A plea for help from a young survivor

The letter.

On the day I went to listen to the families in Kavumu, a little girl, maybe 11, pointed at my notebook and pen, asking to borrow them. I tore out a few sheets and handed them over, along with a pen (I was taking notes on my computer that day). 

When she gave me the pages back hours later, I discovered that she’d written me a letter in Swahili that descri…