Paris, France, 11 Oct 2016 17:00: Greatness in mankind is a subtle and irrational concept. The great human’s aura and faces do not trigger any higher consideration. Their behavior speaks out with no scream, their deeds speak for themselves and are remarkable, written on the stone forever, all crafted in a nutshell: Simplicity.
Great minds do not brag to express themselves. They do not bark in order be heard. They do not run away from adversity. They are filled with sobriety, original atom of the Rwandan core DNA: UBUPFURA.
On the wall where such individuals are listed, as short as it could normally be in our times, I call the great MUNYANDAMUTSA NAASSON, who died on the 2nd of March 2016 at the age of 58. Today, we can easily add Jean de Dieu Mucyo to the mighty list, who left us on this October 03rd, 2016, at his 55th year.
John F. Kennedy once said: “A nation reveals itself not only by the men it produces but also by the men it honors, the men it remembers”. Jean de Dieu Mucyo has risen from a generation of young heroes. The role models in terms leadership are scarce but not lacking in Rwanda. In the midst of purple haze and fracas, one can close his eyes and ease heartbeats, free from confusion, ready to listen, wonder and ponder. In the middle of rapacious birds and wild geese, we happen to see shimmering lights and lanterns that guide us through and bring us to the change our countries and the world a better place. Mucyo means that light. Especially a dawn sunrise. His name means also “Integrity” in Kinyarwanda. Acting in a broad daylight and not hiding in the shadow. A low-key doer, sober, strong, smiling, confident and rigorous.
Time and time again one of a few good men leaves us, leaving me wondering if us being left behind means that we stay on the darker side of the life mirror! In these days and hours of sadness we take the opportunity to learn again and again the same lesson: Earth life is free, precious and fragile. One should not ever curse it. Allow me to share this lesson with all my fellow countrymen, good or fake patriots, depending on which side of the shattered mirror of our traumatized society.
Let us emulate the legacy of this young Law graduate, a genocide survivor who served in the same army that fought to put an end on the bloodshed. The same who pursued relentlessly his quest, practicing Law in the military, before leaving for civil life where a political career was waiting for him until he rose to the Ministry of Justice, saving it from the post-genocide years of crisis (Gahima heydays).
How young he looked, holding the Constitution or the Bible on which his friend Bernard Makuza was going to take the Premier’s oath. Likewise, he looked so young for the job, henceforth darkened by the strange passage of the Pierre-Celestin, in the aftermath of “Rukokoma”comics at the famous Primature.
These two figures were a symbol of change and transformation. It was uncommon sight our late 20’s and it filled us with hope and confidence in the “grand-frères” leadership. A snapshot printed in my memory. The country regained focus after a slight commotion in the heaven’s backyard. And I felt the hope, saw the light: Mucyo.
I better end this tribute on the scene from their swearing ceremony. Bernard standing tall, ready for taking oath and under vivid stress. Here was Jean de Dieu Mucyo, hilarious, asking him to repeat his oath as he had missed words in the first take! It’s within the same Parliament premises that he collapsed and died. At work. Motivated and focused until the end in ultimate bravery. Go well, Mucyo, join the assembly of the greats up in the heavens.