Showing posts with label rwanda. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rwanda. Show all posts

Monday, September 5, 2016

Glimpses into the Life of a Refugee

Gihembe Refugee Camp, Rwanda
For many years my mind has been trained to analyze data, figures, reports and news. To have a critical mind.  As a result it is hard for me to change from that mindset.  It is difficult to just relax and let God teach. My mind is judgmental, critical and filled with bias and the need to label everything and to put it into a box.  However, these are often the very things, which prevent me from hearing God talking and teaching me.  On this trip I have been forced, by inconsistent Internet, to spend more time observing, experiencing and learning – just listening. It is a good thing.

We have traveled to the north, east and west of Rwanda, and experienced a lifetime of memories.  Spending time in the refugee camp in Gihembe was one of the biggest events.  As we entered the camp I was studying every building, process, procedure and rule to understand how a refugee camp can operate for 20 years and keep 15,000 people fed, watered, safe, educated and peaceful on this high dusty mountain top.  It is a herculean task for sure. 

The question continually spinning around in my head, as I observed the crowds around me, was why does this camp still exist?  The big wars, and massive violence are no longer making headlines.  There are at least two answers I have learned.  The first is represented by a story a family shared this week.  They did indeed leave the refugee camp in Gihembe and returned to their family farm in DRC (Democratic Republic of Congo).  Immediately upon returning the same hate filled, violent people that drove them to refugee camps in the first place and occupied their farm, organized and sent them a message they would be killed unless they departed immediately.  The family fled back across the border to the refugee camps, leaving their family farm in the possession of these violent people.  They have no real chance of recovering their land, as there is no effective government and their lives would always be at risk.  They had no other place to go.  That is why the camps continue to exist.  Large numbers of people have no place in which to return.

The second answer is refugees have not been offered a home anywhere else. As a result they are confined to camps, not as second-class citizens, but as people with NO citizenship.  They are in effect sentenced to a lifetime of poverty, confinement, limitations and rejection.  They are constantly made to feel unwanted by the outside world.  It is like winning the lottery when a country finally opens their doors and welcomes in refugees!!!  Our Congolese friends in Boise have won the resettlement lottery, but they always have to leave behind friends and family.  It is both a joyous and heartbreaking experience.

Can you image being confined to a far off distant mountaintop with no money and no job, and not being welcome outside the camp as a result?  Can you imagine not having anything?  With not even the the opportunity to work, even with a university degree, because of where you fled from and your status as a refugee?  Most jobs go to citizens first and refugees are at the bottom of the list.  In addition, you are not able to travel across borders.  Countries won’t permit you to enter or leave.

As a result of all these tragedies and injustices caused by wars, trauma and violence, I am deeply thrilled that the USA opens their doors out of compassion and enables a few of these refugee families an opportunity for a new life.  These are the homeless of the world and we will not forget them.  In the world Shawna and I live in, refugees are always welcome!


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Kevin Benedict
Writer, Speaker, Jesus-Fan
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Tuesday, August 30, 2016

A Few Minutes - Visiting the Gihembe Refugee Camp

View from the high school campus
Shawna and I realized a dream of many years yesterday. We traveled to Rwanda and received government permission to visit Gihembe Refugee camp where many of our Boise, Idaho friends were born and/or had lived for nearly 20 years.

The road trip from Kigali to Gihembe was a crazy beautiful climb to 7,200 feet.  A winding road filled with motos (motorcycle taxis), bikes, cows, goats, blind corners, police with AK-47s unsuccessfully attempting to pull us over, buses, cars and trucks. One large truck tragically did not make the corner and crashed through homes.

It is hard to anticipate the beauty of Rwanda. Here people live life on the edge, both literally and figuratively.  Many homes are perched on the edge of steep mountains with thousands of vertical feet between homes, gardens and water sources. Collecting water to drink and clean from the valley below and climbing back home can be an all day and exhausting experience.

ADRA runs all the refugee schools in Rwanda and had kindly opened the door for our camp visit.  When we arrived at the Gihembe camp we met with the camp director.  He was very kind to us.  The director wanted to know our backgrounds and our motivations for being there.  He is responsible for order and security wanted our visit to be well managed, safe and orderly.  He gave us camp rules and instructions for our visit.  He later checked on us, and saw the love and joy being shared, and he smiled warmly.  He has a big job running a camp with tens of thousands of refugees.

It was a deeply moving experience to walk the dusty red paths among the school buildings and homes carved in the steep banks of mountains with little goats prancing about.  To visit the families of our many Congolese friends in Boise.  To hold their hand, look into their eyes, and wonder at their life journey.  A journey tragically disrupted by wars, violence, deaths and intense trauma and loss.  A journey that forced them from their farms, families and friends in the Congo to this temporary mountaintop refuge in Northern Rwanda for the last 20 years.

To share just a few minutes of our friends' life and experience was deeply touching and a gift from God.  To sit in the same homes that the children in our bible study class in Boise grew up in!  To see the talent and creativity that enabled people to survive in mud brick huts with a dirt floors, rafters made of branches and a roof made of UNHCR plastic for 20 years!  These families birthed and raised children here.  They brought honor to these homes.  I stared at the painted house number on the door.  A mark of order, a residence, a home.

We praise God for the opportunity to see and experience just a few minutes of the lives of our Congolese friends in Boise.


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Kevin Benedict
Read Shawna's Blog! Words on the Way