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Francois Niyomugabo |
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I met Francois Niyomugabo, 14, as he was returning to Rwanda after seven years in DR Congo. His mother had died and he had been separated from his father. He said he was going back because there was no one to look after him in DRCongo. But he also had no-one to go back to in Rwanda. He had missed out entirely on schooling and was illiterate. He said he had chest pains and found it difficult to speak.
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