By Parfaite Ntahuba | Project Leader
In the month of September a workshop on trauma healing were organized at Friends church of Maramvya for Victims of gender-based violence (GBV)
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My name is Odette. When I got married, I already had a child from another man. My husband also had a child. After having my first child with him, he gradually began to change his behavior towards me, telling me that I earned a lot of money and that's why I didn't respect him. When I tried to make him understand that this money was for our family's benefit, he beat me like an animal. I could even stay in bed for two days because of the excruciating pain. Sometimes he prevented me from going to work. He told me that I had become very proud because of this job. I lived with my mother-in-law under the same roof. She told her son that I refused to quit my job because I had other lovers at work whom I was seeing. After hearing his mother's lies, he beat me so badly I nearly died and threw me out of the house like garbage. I stayed there until sunrise, and he told me to go find my way with my lovers elsewhere. Thanks to my neighbors, I was able to get food in my own way. The local authorities made me return to the house. When I became pregnant with my second child, he said he couldn't recognize it, that it was someone else's. He said if I didn't leave his house, he would kill me or force me to have an abortion. At that point, I was forced to leave my home and return to my parents' house. On the day of the appointment, he came to the hospital to see if the child was looking like him, and I was afraid of seeing him again. Luckily, my mother was there; she refused him to enter the room, and he left without seeing us. When I left the hospital, I asked him for a divorce, which wasn't easy because he initially refused. However, thanks to the intervention of the local authorities and the neighbors, he was eventually forced to sign the divorce papers. After the divorce, I went back to work. One thing that frightens me now is that every time we've met, he threatens me with words that remind me of the past. He tells me he's going to shoot me and that he's found a rifle to kill me. I've already reported this to the police.
The FWA has continued the construction of the Women’s Socio Economic Empowement Center (WSEEC).
VI. HROC WORKSHOP IN CISHEMERE REFUGEE CAMP
On November 5-6, 2025 FWA organized a two-day trauma healing workshop in Musenyi in Rutana Commune. On November 8-9, 2025 there was another two-day trauma healing workshop in Cishemere, Cibitoke.
My name is Chantal. I am 62 years old, and I used to live in Rubarika. It was on January 1, 2025 when I and my sister went to the field to work. Upon our arrival, six armed and masked rebels appeared out of nowhere and asked us why we were working on New Year's Day. While trying to explain, one of them put the barrel of his rifle in my mouth, saying, "You'll see what you came looking for in this field." Suddenly, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I saw a lot of blood on my clothes and felt pain all over my body. My legs were spread apart, covered in blood, and that's when I realized I had been raped. I lost consciousness again. When I woke up again, I found myself at the hospital, and little by little, I began to remember everything that had happened to me. At my age, being raped is like being buried alive. Now I live in fear and grief because I can't forget that New Year's Day, and my sister was killed that same day by those foolish rebels. My dear Congolese sisters, I hate Congo, which is our country.
My name is Hélène Espérance. I'm 24 years old, and I used to live in Ruvunge. When I found out I was pregnant, I took the initiative to tell my husband. After hearing the news, he laughed a lot, and I thought he was happy to hear it. On the contrary, it was the beginning of my problems. He said to me: "You think you're the only woman I've gotten pregnant? I have another very beautiful woman who is pregnant, and in fact, I'm bringing her over in a week to live with us." I asked him, "When did you become unfaithful?" He beat me to death. A week later, this second woman arrived at our house. From the moment she arrived, she hurled insults at me; she even tried to poison me. Luckily, I didn't die, but unfortunately, I lost my pregnancy.
When the war broke out, the rebels came to our house and killed our husband. I cried despite the atrocities I endured every day. Afterwards, I thought, why crying for someone who beat me whenever his second wife wanted?
Three weeks later, we were kidnapped by the rebels. We were four women. They took us into the forest where they raped us whenever they felt like it.
One day, they threw bombs into the forest where we were. No one, not even the rebels, knew where the bombs came from. Two of them died on the spot, others left, leaving their rifles beside us. That's when we ran for help. When we reached the main road, we met other people who had started running, and we ran together all the way here to Burundi.
By Parfaite Ntahuba | Project Leader
By Parfaite Ntahuba | Project Leader
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