Losing Family, Gaining Family: Memories of Loss

At Imbabazi Orphanage, every child carries a story of loss, survival, and hope. These ten personal narratives reveal the challenges of growing up without parents, the lessons learned within the orphanage walls, and the resilience that shaped their lives. From pursuing education and careers to building families of their own, each story highlights the power of love, guidance, and determination in transforming lives.

I was two years old in 1994 when the Genocide against the Tutsi in Rwanda claimed over a million lives and left more than 400,000 children orphaned. I don’t remember my parents or siblings. I was rescued by an elderly man who found me beside the body of an older woman, who seemed to be my grandmother.

I was brought to Roz Carr, an American woman in Mugongo, who sheltered hundreds of children and later founded Imbabazi Orphanage—a place of love, care, and family for children like me. I spent almost 19 years there, forming bonds with 120 children who became my brothers and sisters. The orphanage was my only home, and Roz made sure it felt that way.

In 2013, the Rwandan government began closing all orphanages. At Imbabazi, children were moved out—some reunited with family, others asked to find foster or adoptive homes. For those of us without relatives, this abrupt transition caused fear and instability. I was 20 when I found a foster family through my church, but adjusting was difficult.

The loss of my home inspired my photo project, “Losing Family, Gaining Family: Memories of Loss.” Through photography, I document the lives of the children I grew up with, comparing our past in the orphanage to our lives now. The project explores how we adapted to life beyond the orphanage and preserves the love and care we shared.

Life at Imbabazi was not just survival—it was joy, community, and care. I remember Christmas gifts, Thanksgiving turkey, and the laughter and stories we shared. Photography, introduced to me through the Through the Eyes of Childrenprogram, gave me a voice to tell our story.

This project is part of a broader exploration of motherhood and family in Rwanda, helping me—and others—understand what it means to grow up with love, guidance, and hope despite loss.

Imbabazi may have closed, but the bonds we formed and the lessons we learned remain. This project celebrates the resilience, care, and love of children who grew up in orphanages, reminding the world that family can be found in the most unexpected places.

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