War and reunion in Congo
Eleven-year-old Protegee carried her sobbing niece on her back as they searched for relatives in a sea of people in eastern Congo.
An Associated Press photograph of the girl -- using her filthy T-shirt to wipe the tears from her face as 3-year-old Reponse clung to her neck and wailed -- prompted hundreds of e-mails from people around the world hoping to help them.
I returned to Kiwanja to try to reunite the girls with family and even succeeded in finding them. But it turned out that in Congo a sympathetic outsider can’t solve all problems.
When I first photographed Protegee on Nov. 6 in a crowd of thousands in the town of Kiwanja, she told me only her first name and that she was looking for her mother.
I learned later that she and Reponse had wandered alone for three days after being separated from Protegee’s mother as the family fled on foot from their village of Kiseguru, about 12 miles away.
Protegee had spent one night sleeping in a church, huddled with Reponse under a flimsy scarf. “I had no food or water,” she said, speaking in the Kiswahili language.
Hundreds of children have been separated from their families since fighting flared in eastern Congo in August, and more than 1,600 children in the province were seeking their parents last week alone, according to UNICEF. The children’s young ages and inability to give detailed information -- as well as the lack of official records in the Congolese countryside -- make it even more difficult to track down their families.
As a journalist, I’ve photographed war and refugees all over the world since the early 1980s.
But I was particularly moved by readers’ reactions to this photograph of two little girls. I knew that the chances of finding them again were slim, as I see children walking alone on the roads every day. But I found myself imagining how it would feel if I were searching for my own daughters -- and having two, that was not difficult.
Years of sporadic violence in eastern Congo intensified in August, and fighting between the army and fighters loyal to rebel leader Gen. Laurent Nkunda has displaced at least 250,000 people since then -- despite the presence of the largest U.N. peacekeeping force in the world.
Some fear the current crisis could again draw in neighboring countries. Congo’s devastating 1998-2002 war split the vast nation into rival fiefdoms and involved half a dozen African armies.
To get to Kiwanja, I had to cross an uneasy front line just a few miles north of Goma, where there are hundreds of heavily armed rebels and government troops. Then it was a bone-jarring two-hour drive on what was once a paved road, and is now one giant pothole.
Kiwanja is a typical African town, with one strip of dirt road as the main drag, a few small shops on each side, one roundabout, one crossroad, and huts sprawling to infinity on the hills to the east and in the valley to the north.
Armed with the photograph of Protegee and Reponse, I started asking around. Women frowned -- they did not know the girls. I traveled to the school yard, to the clinic. No luck.
As I was about to head back to Goma, I stopped near a U.N. base. Just a few days earlier its outskirts were refuge to thousands. But now it was a nearly empty lot with the skeletons of makeshift huts and a white UNHCR tent.
I ventured inside the tent. There, Maria Mukeshimani’s eyes lighted up at the sight of the photo -- the woman, who had been displaced herself by the violence, knew these children. She had seen them in that very tent five days earlier. And she knew Protegee’s mother: Esperance Nirakagori.
Esperance -- the French word for hope.
Esperance had taken refuge at the local Catholic church in Kiwanja. When I arrived there, I was greeted by the sounds of a choir. It was evening Mass.
“Does anyone know if Esperance is around?” I asked.
An elderly man replied that she was in a small house nearby.
Wearing a yellow and red dress, Esperance greeted us. She had sweat dripping from her head scarf and spoke softly.
I showed her the picture and she smiled at the sight of the girls. Then, to my surprise, she said they had already found her, but she had sent them back to their village, alone and on foot. She feared for their safety in Kiwanja and believed they would be more secure in the care of her elder daughter; she was too weak to make the journey herself.
She kept staring at the photo. Only when I told her I would return the next morning and drive her to rejoin the girls in Kiseguru did her face light up in a wide, genuine smile.
We set off the next day after stopping for food at a restaurant in town. Esperance was quiet as we drove the 20 minutes to the village. She clutched the girls’ photo as she walked through the streets, a trail of excited children in her wake.
The reunion with Protegee and Reponse, in a small mud hut, was brief. They smiled at each other. No one spoke. I prompted Protegee, a shy girl who was only 2 months old when her father was killed in Congo’s last bloody war.
“Are you happy to see your mother?” I asked.
She answered, in a soft voice: “Yes.”
Protegee told how she had arrived exhausted in Kiseguru on Nov. 12. But she found her family’s hut empty -- her sister and other relatives had fled toward Uganda. For five days she waited for someone to come for her. No one did. She was planning to set off for Kiwanja that day to rejoin her mother, when we arrived instead.
Rather than remain in their village, Esperance asked me to take them all back to Kiwanja.
In the streets of Kiseguru, we had seen 20 men in civilian clothes, toting Kalashnikovs. When I asked her who they were, her answer was swift and certain: “Mai Mai.”
Kiwanja residents were terrorized recently by the pro-government Mai Mai militia, who the U.N. said had killed people accused of supporting the rebels. Then the rebels won control and killed those they claimed had supported the militiamen.
And now the Mai Mai were in her family’s village.
Protegee, Reponse and Esperance are in Kiwanja now. They have set up a cot in the corner of a room on the Catholic church grounds. Outside, the U.N. World Food Program is distributing food, but the situation in the town remains volatile.
Before I left, I gave Esperance the photograph of her daughter and granddaughter. She handed it to Protegee, who, with Reponse in her lap, gazed at the image. I left them there on their cot, clutching the photo, one of their few possessions.
Asked when they would return to their village, Esperance replied: “When the war is over.”