Boy on a Bike: How a Rwandan Teen Overcame a Legacy of Genocide

Far from home, in a war-torn land, a charity worker met a child who had every reason to hate—and yet taught volumes about love.

Boy on a BikeIllustrated by Daniel Hertzberg

He works with the energy and intensity, if not the skill, of a mechanic twice his age. He keeps his head down, focusing on his task, talking to himself—threading greased pedals onto one of 120 sturdy black bikes we’re here to build and donate to a Rwandan charity so people can ride to work, to school, to a well with clean water. He looks to be the same age as my third-grade twins. We’ve been working together for an hour in a small auditorium in a walled compound outside Kigali. A choir practices somewhere outside, the ethereal music blending with the clouds that descend down the green ravines of the hills that define Rwanda. Although he speaks no English and I no Kinyarwanda, we use the universal signs of thumbs-ups, head nods, and “no problem.” We work as a team.

And we smile. A lot. The kid has a smile like no other I’ve seen in more than six years of working with African relief agencies to build and donate bikes to charitable groups. I’ve seen lots of hard workers. Lots of incredible people. But there’s something about this one that has a hold, quite unexpectedly, of my heart, more so than the other kids working with volunteers around the compound.

Maybe because he’s about the same age as my own three children, a world away in an American suburb. Maybe it’s his warmth, laid bare by a complete absence of any artifice. His eyes glow and his teeth sparkle, and my jet lag melts away as this kid, whose name I don’t know and can’t seem to find out, beams with pride and happiness at finally getting the pedals onto the bike. I give him a thumbs-up, and he beams anew. Over the course of this humid morning, we’ll assemble 15 or so bikes, half of what I could do working alone. But I have a new friend.

And he likes me. Anytime we stop work so I can explain something to him, he holds my hand. When we stop for tea, he holds my hand again, and I slip him some Skittles. A woman in traditional dress comes over, ignoring me, and speaks to him sharply, then raps his hand. I’m shocked, but parenting methods are different in central Africa than in New Jersey, so I say nothing as he struggles to hold back tears. Then he takes my hand and pulls me back to the bikes. Within two minutes, he’s beaming, and this time, I’m the one trying to hold back tears.

At lunch, I tell Jules Shell, the director of Foundation Rwanda, the charity group we’re working with, what a great hustler we have on our hands. I ask again what his name is. She says, “Well, we call him Jean-Paul. But he doesn’t have a real name.”

I must look confused. She smiles a little. “I don’t think his mom could bring herself to call him anything at the time.”

I don’t get it, but she continues. “How old do you think he is?” she asks.

“Nine, maybe ten,” I say.

She looks at me with the tired eyes of a relief worker exhausted by explaining the unexplainable. “He’s 16,” she says. I say it can’t be; he’s tiny. “Sixteen. All these kids are. The genocide was in 1994. Do the math.”

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12 thoughts on “Boy on a Bike: How a Rwandan Teen Overcame a Legacy of Genocide

  1. This story touched a cord. I was moved by the story, by the mother and the boy, to be alive after so much pain, decide to give birth, and then to care for the boy but cannot love him. Talk about a paradox! I wept while reading the story. The soul of the boy and his life can teach the human spirit the need to excite in spite of the conditions. I am in awe.

  2. I am so touched by Jean-Paul’s story. I wish I could send him a Christmas gift. How can I do that?

  3. We really have no idea how life is for others outside of of safe borders; I treasure any time I can travel outside of the US, it has taught me that triumph over adversity is the NORM for most and the human spirit is a truly amazing phenomenon. Very touching…

  4. “Boy on a Bike”  was enlightening.    I had no concept of the genocide/rape that conceived children.   or that abortion was an option.    ‘Jean-Paul’ has become a gift to his mother.   God has a unique talent for making lemonade!
     I’m intrigued about the bikes.  Are the donations from individuals?  groups?   Are they new or used?   How can I learn more about this?
    Carol in Iowa

  5. Please do not let that love stop there! Do more than admire the boy. Thanks though for your touching  story. Andrew Ndahiro

  6. how  

    heart 
    warming,,,for a boy like that all he deserves is a care and love 

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