My most recent photo with Evode prior to leaving Rwanda in early May 2026.
This blog is for Evode Usabyamahoro.
Truthfully, Evode deserved a blog like this long before today, but we have always focused on the kids before ourselves. The kids, however, would not have everything they do today without him, so now it’s his turn.
To put it simply, Evode’s health has been extremely poor for many months. This blog is going to explain his health situation in a little more detail. After that, I’ll share a bit of Evode’s history, as well as some stories about why he is such a special person and vital to the kids of Rwanda. These stories should make it obvious why he’s such a role model to many, and, beyond that, a best friend to me.
While much of this may sound bleak, and to an extent it is, we remain hopeful. Ultimately this blog is a way of being open and honest about our situation at Ubaka. We hope that, in turn, it will be helpful in garnering further support. Lastly, and if nothing else, folks who read on will be reminded that there is beauty in this life in the form of people like Evode.
This photo was taken during roof construction of our home.
HEALTH FACTS
In short, Evode has been in and out of the hospital with multiple bouts of sepsis, surgeries, and treatments. Evode suffers from kidney failure, congestive heart failure, recurring bouts of pneumonia, hypertension, and diabetes. Recently, all of these issues have been exasperating the others. A kidney transplant is being set up for him, with a donor (his sister) having been accepted. However, before the transplant can happen, Evode still has many hurdles to overcome so his body will be able to accept the donor kidney. Evode’s most recent obstacle landed him in the hospital for a week, after undergoing surgery to treat a lung infection that was wreaking havoc on him.
Evode had a rough bout of Tuberculosis years ago when his son Daniel was very young. This is Evode getting back on his feet again.
FURTHER COMPLICATIONS
All of these health issues have pushed every aspect of Ubaka U Rwanda to its limit. As a result, it came as no surprise when those who visited the kids this year could feel their collective stress as, day in and day out, they grapple with the uncertainty of what the future holds for the man that is very much a father to them.
Emotionally, the whole home is wrecked. No one wants to watch someone they love go through hell and face the fear of potentially losing them.
Financially, hospital bills are stacking up and insurance funds are quickly being exhausted. Thus, everything needed to keep up with the kids’ school fees has fallen to the back burner. Down the road, the simplest of necessities, such as food and electricity, will be threatened.
It is a trying time, to say the least.
Evode and I a just a few years ago with Marshal wanting to join.
EVODE: EARLY YEARS
For those of you who haven’t had the privilege of meeting him, let’s take a moment to dig into the story of Evode, the man at the heart of Ubaka.
Up until recently, Evode did not know his birthday. Instead, we celebrated by throwing surprise parties for him on random days of the year. We’ve since learned that he’s 50 years old. He was born in a rural village, where he lived with his seven sisters and one brother (do NOT mess with any of his sisters!). His mother was a strong woman who farmed and took care of the family. His father was a teacher and well known in the village for being a great man. Evode was supposedly a sweet boy, but had endless energy and a mischievous streak (and no one who knows him is surprised by this!).
The kids love when Evode visits at their school.
GENOCIDE
All those who lived through the Rwandan genocide of 1994 have their own tragic story to tell. Evode is no different.
While Rwandans are all Rwandans now, at the time, there were multiple designations which divided the country. Extremist Hutus were attempting to wipe out all Tutsi and moderate Hutus. Evode’s family were considered Hutu.
Evode was in secondary school when the genocide began. At first, Evode had no idea what was taking place, as he was bedridden with illness in the days leading up to violence erupting across the country. The violence spread as he recovered until everyone, no matter what they were identified as, was experiencing the resulting horrors.
I am neither an expert on the subject matter nor Evode’s specific timeline, however, I do know Evode’s father was not a killer, and that was dangerous in those days. For years, Evode did not know how or where his father was murdered, but believed he was betrayed and set up. Over the years, more details emerged, and I have a distinct memory of driving south of Kigali with Evode when he randomly pointed to a place by a body of water and announced that was the location his father was killed.
Today, Evode speaks of these things in a seemingly easy way. However, in the years immediately following the genocide, his rage was more apparent. I can only imagine how many more of his relatives and friends were senselessly murdered, but I don’t feel it’s necessary to dig up such painful memories for him.
Here we have Amanda, Russell, Sunish, Clever, Evode, Allison, and Seth. Everyone came to visit Clever at his university where he learned to be an electrician.
THE BAD YEARS
Following the genocide, Rwanda faced the almost insurmountable challenge of redeveloping a broken country and a decimated people, while each individual survivor had to figure out how to move forward in the wake of the unspeakable atrocities that took place.
Evode himself became a much angrier person, and that rage led him down a bad path. He took to the streets, and with that came drugs, alcohol, fighting, and more. Eventually, Evode came to be known as “Commando.” To this day, he is recognized by many in Kigali who still greet him by that name.
While he is not proud of these times, these experiences did give him the unique ability to connect with street kids in a way most cannot, but it wasn’t until the early 2000s that Evode realized that this work would become his calling.
This blurry photo is of Evode dancing with Jean D’amour. D’amour used to live at the home and is a very good traditional dancer.
REBORN
Evode’s experiences in the streets eventually led him to search for a different path in life. He found a new light in the church and gave his life over to Jesus. One day at a time, he started to move forward.
Even in his darkest years, he still held on to many of his friendships. So, Evode lived poor and started to study. Around this time, he decided to use his past experience to help children like him, taking to the streets to preach and mentor them. At first, many of the children saw Evode as a joke who had nothing to offer them. However, Evode was persistent and, over time, started to win them over.
Evode began to preach at different churches. The church paid for his travel, but he would pocket the money and walk the distance instead, using his pay to provide food or other necessities for the kids on the street. In those days, he used to tell the children to go find their food as they would, but to reconvene at a specific meeting place to eat together. Acts such as these sparked the slow realization among the kids that, maybe, they could actually be seen and loved by someone.
Becky and Evode
BECKY
Life went on like this for years. In 2008, a woman named Becky arrived in Rwanda to help out with an organization that supported the country through multiple outlets. One of those outlets was Evode’s outreach program for street children. The program lacked the support that others had, so Becky met with Evode and joined him in the streets to work with the kids. The rest, as they say, is history. The two fell in love with each other, and, of course, with the kids of Kigali that had first captured their hearts.
Plans were made to find a home for Evode where he could live with the children. They would be safe, loved, fed, and sent to school. Because of the years of work he had dedicated to helping the kids, it wasn’t a hard sell for most of them. They already loved him like a father.
While we can try to count all of the kids we have housed in the years since, we will never truly know how many children Evode helped in these early years.
This the oldest photo of the group years ago in 2008. I believe this was an early time for Becky to meet everyone.
HOMES AND MARRIAGE
This idea that would become Ubaka was something very special, but certainly not perfect. Though I wasn’t around for their first home, I do know that it lacked running water and electricity. There were no beds and not enough mattresses. Sometimes, there wasn’t enough food and there was no money to cover school fees. There were times when Evode had fifty kids sleeping on his floors for shelter.
Evode is seen here mentoring current street youth at home.
Evode did his best to find folks to teach them Rwandan dance, acrobatics, karate, and football or other sports to keep them busy and happy. He preached often and found a church to accept them. They shared what food they had, eating family style on big plates. Evode once told me about a time he came home after saving some money to get food, only to find that all but a few of the kids were gone. He had to go back to the streets, round everyone up, and bring them back home.
At the time, Becky was back home in the UK and was able to start a proper charity, raising enough funds for a better home, school fees, consistent food, and foam mattresses. It was around this time that I met Evode and the kids, and my life was forever changed. Since then, I am proud to say that, due to so much help from so many people all over the world, the kids have never had to go back to the streets.
This photo was before the two had Daniel. Here you see young Keza and Caleb.
Evode and Becky married in 2010 and Becky came to live at the home with the kids full-time. Over the years they have had three children of their own. Ask any Rwandan and they will tell you they can’t fathom how Evode and Becky have lived under the same roof as “dangerous street kids” every day for close to twenty years. Even I, after spending what adds up to years living with them, have a hard time comprehending it. In my opinion, the words to describe that level of love and commitment don’t yet exist.
Yves was doing an experiment with others to see if they could make a capsule that would protect an egg from breaking when dropped from two floors. He failed, but he loved it.
YVES
I tell the story of Yves and Evode to anyone who will listen. It’s easy to tell, because Yves is such a colorful character and challenged Evode in so many ways. However, their story was and is a lesson in true love for another. This story rewired my brain and I will be forever indebted to them both for helping me understand how to get out of my own head and listen. None of us, including them, are perfect at this, but this is a perfect story.
Yves was basically born a street kid. He has no memory of a time he wasn’t on the street. While all of the children have been to the prison for street kids, Yves was there for the longest amount of time. In Rwanda, the kids are only released from prison when picked up by an adult. Yves spent YEARS there, never getting picked up. Over that period of time, he became quite strong and very independent.
Yves came home to Ubaka when he was around seven, but he refused to follow rules, wouldn’t help out, and fought with everyone. Typically, Evode is not to be messed with. I couldn’t imagine Yves getting away with all of this. Evode told me that, for over a year and half, he did not punish Yves or reprimand him when he took these liberties. He knew that, if he did, Yves would run away, and he wanted to prevent that.
This photo is from 2011 and I always love to see it
In looking around and seeing all of the kids in need in Rwanda, I couldn’t help but wonder why Evode didn’t just let him leave and help another kid who was more grateful. One day, I asked Evode precisely that. He explained that he needed Yves to understand that he truly loved him and was not going to abandon him.
It took years for Yves to accept this. However, slowly but surely, he did. Yves began to follow all the rules. Yves began to do his chores. Yves began to embrace school, and he stopped fighting with others. Yves became a leader. And today, Yves is in his twenties, living on his own and working as a chef who makes some really good dishes. I know this because I had lunch at his place during our last trip (and he hooked it up!).
I was, and still can, be so quick to drop something or someone when things get difficult. I used to think someone who was down and out would be okay if their basic needs were just met. But there’s so much more to it. To me, this story is the true definition what it takes to really help someone.
Yves used to be so small but he slowly grew. Now he is called Big Yves. He is helping Small Yves clean up.
EVODE USABYAMAHORO
I could talk forever about how Evode has helped so many, including me. This last story is a broad one about how he generally treats people. I come from New England, which, for those who don’t know, can feel a little closed off to other cultures around the states. It can be said that Rwanda is also a lot like that in relation to other countries in Africa, but you wouldn’t know it if you took a walk with Evode. He greets everyone, and he does it with the biggest smile you could imagine. He talks with life and warmth, making each person feel genuinely seen and important. I loved taking walks with him. It may have taken us an hour to make it just a few blocks, but I learned so much in watching him talk to people. I learned how to speak a lot of my Kinyarwanda by observing Evode and getting lessons afterward about all he said.
Though we may not be able to stroll around Kigali today, I still see his genuine care for others in every interaction he has. A few months ago, I joined him at the hospital for dialysis. He was weak, and had lost a ton of weight, but he walked into that clinic, knew everyone by name, and greeted each of them. You could see how happy they were to work with him. I choked up as I walked out of the clinic that day.
Nothing beats seeing Evode meet his kids’ kids for the first time. Here is Die Donne with his beautiful daughter and Evode was so happy to meet her.
WHAT DO WE DO NOW?
There is a fair chance that if you have read all of this, you have helped us before. You might have even helped us recently. I can’t tell you how much I feel like I can’t ask or expect any more, BUT I am looking all over, trying to find alternative ways to gather funds for Evode’s procedures, and to make sure our kids have their basic needs met and school fees covered. And I will be honest, we do feel desperate about it. This is a trying time. But we will use this blog for supporters to learn more, and understand our current situation. I am also going to use it as a source for future opportunities to find support.
In this photo, Francois is pushing Evode up a hill on one of runs a few years back. Evode made it that year.
Evode has done what he does for years, and it’s time I do some more for him. We will figure this out. Thank you for reading, and if you want to donate, I won’t stop you. If you can find another avenue for funds for this man, this family, please do so. Reach out to me anytime in the process. And as always, endless gratitude.
Humbly,
Sully
The kids love their Evode time. This bunch has grown so much since this!
A wonderful photo of the two having a s silly time.
Evode and I among the building of our home. I will always cherish those memories.