My next (fearful) adventure was taking a domestic Congolese flight wednesday morning from Beni to Goma. But it all went well and I arrived safely at the regional office for World Vision in Eastern Congo. It's rather strange to walk (or: drive) through the lava landscape that this town is made of, with burned cars and trucks still lying around as silent witnesses caught by the flood of mud, rocks and fire that covered this place in January 2002. The vulcano (the Nyiragongo) is still active and in the evening you can see the top glowing.
On the last day in Beni I had a very special meeting with a young woman whose son is 'general' of one of the militia groups roaming the rural country side around Beni. He was born while his mother and her husband were leaders of this group.
After her husband's death, killed by his own men, the woman went into negotiations with the government about demobilisation of the group. When she got back from the talks it appeared the militias had hidden the child from her. He was then 2 years old.
She hasn't seen him ever since. Every attempt to try and see him, has been blocked. The rebels keep him away from her because they are afraid that she will take him with her and they believe he has certain spiritual powers which were given to him by his father. World Vision has taken interest in the story and want to help. Baraka, the child-general turns 7 this year. His name means 'blessing'.
It's one of the many many unbelievable stories you hear when you are travelling through this nation. Everywhere you go you meet people who have traumatic life stories to tell cause they've been experiencing (the affects of) war, (natural) disasters, diseases.
This morning I'm planning to visit some of the camps for displaced people (IDP's) close to Goma and this afternoon I am invited by a group called 'Heal my people', which offers help to women who are victims from sexual violence, to celebrate International Women's Day with them.
On the last day in Beni I had a very special meeting with a young woman whose son is 'general' of one of the militia groups roaming the rural country side around Beni. He was born while his mother and her husband were leaders of this group.
After her husband's death, killed by his own men, the woman went into negotiations with the government about demobilisation of the group. When she got back from the talks it appeared the militias had hidden the child from her. He was then 2 years old.
She hasn't seen him ever since. Every attempt to try and see him, has been blocked. The rebels keep him away from her because they are afraid that she will take him with her and they believe he has certain spiritual powers which were given to him by his father. World Vision has taken interest in the story and want to help. Baraka, the child-general turns 7 this year. His name means 'blessing'.
It's one of the many many unbelievable stories you hear when you are travelling through this nation. Everywhere you go you meet people who have traumatic life stories to tell cause they've been experiencing (the affects of) war, (natural) disasters, diseases.
This morning I'm planning to visit some of the camps for displaced people (IDP's) close to Goma and this afternoon I am invited by a group called 'Heal my people', which offers help to women who are victims from sexual violence, to celebrate International Women's Day with them.
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