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JOURNEE INTERNATIONALE DE LA FEMME RURALE

Je suis très reconnaissant à ma pauvre mère qui est née et morte au village. Elle était une brave mère de huit enfants dont deux filles et six garçons. Elle a tout fait pour que nous ses enfants puissions bien étudier.
Elle vendait les produits de champs, elle distillait de l’alcool pour payer la scolarité de ses enfants pendant que mon père son époux s’occupait des familles de ses frères défunts. Mon père qui travaillait comme agent de cadre à la société SOMINKI (Société minière du Kivu) se comportait comme un bailleur de fond de toute la grande famille. Il donnait la dote aux gents qui se mariaient, il payait les études des nos oncles et cousins,…. Mais pour nous ses propres enfants, il disait qu’il n’avait pas de moyens.
Par ses efforts, la pauvre mère Julienne a produit Huit diplômes d’Etat, c’est-à-dire que chacun de nous a obtenu son diplôme d’études secondaire. Elle nous demandait d’aimer et de respecter tout le monde. Elle nous a appris à prier et à ne pas nous ingérer dans les affaires des autres. Elle m’a appris à préparer de la nourriture pendant que notre culture l’interdisait aux garçons. C’est grâce à ses conseils que je suis devenu ce que je suis aujourd’hui.
Ce que je n’ai pas compris, c’est le traitement de cette personne qui nous a soutenus. La famille élargie ne l’aimait pas, certains disaient que ma mère était une sorcière, d’autres disaient que ma mère avait détourné le cœur de papa pour que celui-ci ne leur donne de l’argent.
Un autre mauvais traitement que ma mère avait subit est le fait d’être déshabillé au milieu d’une centaine de gens. Un homme du village était parti dire à Kimbilikiti que ma mère ne le respectait pas. Cet être invisible, ancêtre des Lega, un esprit qui parle et donne des ordres aux habitants du clan, Il domine et fait la circoncision aux jeunes gens pendant un mois d’initiation dans la foret. Cet être est venu réunir tous les villageois : hommes et femmes, enfant et grand pendant la journée. Une dizaine de femmes, ma mère y comprise, furent obligées de se déshabiller devant la foule sous prétexte qu’elles avaient manqué du respect à kimbilikiti. J’étais absent, mais lorsque les cousins m’en avaient parlé, j’avais senti comme un dégout d’aller dans ce village où ma mère était déshonorée. Quelques années plus tard, elle est morte humiliée. Elle qui avait rendu un si grand travail au clan et à la nation, est morte dans la honte et la déconsidération.
Beaucoup d’autres femmes subissent le même sort que ma mère. Elles s’occupent seules de la scolarité de leurs enfants pendant que le mari fait autre chose. Kimbilikiti continue à déshonorer les femmes jusqu’aujourd’hui …
C’est pour quoi j’ai consacré le reste de ma vie à pouvoir sensibiliser les monde sur le respect de la femme.je suis promoteur, consultant et accompagnateur des organisations qui travaillent pour la de promotion des des droits des femmes

English translation by community member SHU

Rural Women’s International Day

I am very grateful to my poor mother who was born and died in the village. She was a brave mother to eight children, two of whom were girls and the remaining six boys. She did everything for us, her children, so that we could study. She sold the products of fields, and distilled alcohol to pay school fees for her children- while her husband, my father, took care of the families of his deceased brothers.
My father who worked for the company SOMINKI (Kivu Mining Company) acted as a financial backer of the entire extended family. He gave dowry to the men who got married, he paid the studies of our uncles and cousins ....but for us, his own children, he said he didn’t have any money.
Through her efforts, my poor mother Julienne produced eight degrees, that is to say that each of us got our high school diploma. She taught us to love and respect everyone. She taught us to pray, and not to interfere in the affairs of others. She taught me how to prepare food, as our culture forbade boys from doing such things. It is thanks to her guidance, that I am who I am today. What I don’t understand is how this woman who has supported each of us to become who we are today, has been treated by others.
Our extended family did not like her, and some even said my mother was a witch. Others said mother had turned the heart of father for the times when he didn’t hand out money to our cousins and the like.
A horrible instance of abuse was when she was forced to undress in the middle of a hundred bystanders. Kimbilikiti was an invisible being, an ancestor to the Lega, a spirit who spoke and gave orders to those in the clan. This spirit was in charge of the circumcision of young men during their month of initiation in the forest. He united all the villagers in their belief, man and woman, child and adult. A man in the village claimed that my mother did not respect Kimbilikiti as she should have.
Dozens of women, my mother included, were forced to undress in front of the crowd under the pretext that they lacked respect for Kimbilikiti. I was away from home during this time, but when my cousins informed me about it – I felt disgusted returning to the village where she was dishonored.
A few years later, she died humiliated. She, who had rendered such a great service to the clan and the nation, died in shame and disrepute. Many other women met the same fate as my mother. They were solely concerned about the education of their children, whilst their husbands occupied themselves with other things.
Under the guise of Kimbilikiti, women continue to be dishonored. It is for this reason that I have dedicated my life to educating others on how to respect women. I guide, consult with, and mentor organizations who are working to promote women’s rights.

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QUEL BRAVOURE

Ton article est très émouvant.Mais l essentiel pour moi est que tu te sois refais de toutes ces déceptions de ta vie et qu aujourd’hui tu sois capable de tendre la main a ceux qui souffrent et sont dans le besoin notamment les femmes.je ne peux que te féliciter et t encourager a continuer de nous apporter votre aide.
merci Lwesso

Mayele , Maman shujaa and World Pulse volunteer

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Translation

Rural Women’s International Day
I am very grateful to my poor mother who was born and died in the village. She was a brave mother to eight children, two of whom were girls and the remaining six boys. She did everything for us, her children, so that we could study. She sold the products of fields, and distilled alcohol to pay school fees for her children- while her husband, my father, took care of the families of his deceased brothers.
My father who worked for the company SOMINKI (Kivu Mining Company) acted as a financial backer of the entire extended family. He gave dowry to the men who got married, he paid the studies of our uncles and cousins ....but for us, his own children, he said he didn’t have any money.
Through her efforts, my poor mother Julienne produced eight degrees, that is to say that each of us got our high school diploma. She taught us to love and respect everyone. She taught us to pray, and not to interfere in the affairs of others. She taught me how to prepare food, as our culture forbade boys from doing such things. It is thanks to her guidance, that I am who I am today. What I don’t understand is how this woman who has supported each of us to become who we are today, has been treated by others.
Our extended family did not like her, and some even said my mother was a witch. Others said mother had turned the heart of father for the times when he didn’t hand out money to our cousins and the like.
A horrible instance of abuse was when she was forced to undress in the middle of a hundred bystanders. Kimbilikiti was an invisible being, an ancestor to the Lega, a spirit who spoke and gave orders to those in the clan. This spirit was in charge of the circumcision of young men during their month of initiation in the forest. He united all the villagers in their belief, man and woman, child and adult. A man in the village claimed that my mother did not respect Kimbilikiti as she should have.
Dozens of women, my mother included, were forced to undress in front of the crowd under the pretext that they lacked respect for Kimbilikiti. I was away from home during this time, but when my cousins informed me about it – I felt disgusted returning to the village where she was dishonored.
A few years later, she died humiliated. She, who had rendered such a great service to the clan and the nation, died in shame and disrepute. Many other women met the same fate as my mother. They were solely concerned about the education of their children, whilst their husbands occupied themselves with other things.
Under the guise of Kimbilikiti, women continue to be dishonored. It is for this reason that I have dedicated my life to educating others on how to respect women. I guide, consult with, and mentor organizations who are working to promote women’s rights.

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merci

Merci pour la traduction

Ezechiel

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