Part 2: The Dance of Death The Last Tango in Kigali

, Rwanda

Chapter 2: The Dance of Death

The sun had set and the night was dark and still. The streets of Kigali were empty, the only sound the occasional distant rumble of thunder. It was a night like any other, but this night was different. This night was the night of the last tango in Kigali.

The dance floor was a small, open-air courtyard in the middle of the city. It was surrounded by a tall, white stone wall, and in the center of the courtyard was a large, wooden dance floor. On the dance floor, a small group of people had gathered. They were all dressed in their finest clothes, and they were all ready to dance.

The music began to play, and the dancers began to move. They moved in perfect synchronization, their feet and hands moving in time with the music. They moved as if they were one, as if they were all connected by an invisible thread.

The music grew louder and the dancers moved faster. They spun and twirled, their feet pounding the wooden floor. The music seemed to take on a life of its own, and the dancers moved as if they were in a trance.

The music stopped suddenly, and the dancers stopped in their tracks. They all looked around, confused and disoriented. Then, they heard it. The sound of gunshots echoed through the night air.

The dancers froze in fear. They knew what was happening. The dance of death had begun.

The gunshots continued, and the dancers ran for cover. Some hid behind the walls of the courtyard, while others ran into the streets. But no matter where they ran, the gunshots followed them.

The dance of death had come to Kigali.