KateBienvenue au Congo
Posted by Kate on January 28, 2009
As I sit in a 3rd-story office in Goma, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, it is often difficult to remember where I am. My surroundings change rapidly on a daily basis, in a place where brightly colored flowers and the serenity of Lake Kivu sit alongside the glow of the black volcano Nyiragongo and children playing atop piles of rocks. After erupting in 2002, the city had to rebuild itself atop the hardened black lava flow that filled the streets, and they are still chipping away at the rock today to form stones for use in construction.
Days can pass from news of violence, disease, and starvation, to watching people in their motorboats cruising around the lake while blasting music. The D.R.C is a nation that seems to be filled with endless needs following years of instability, yet full of NGO workers and daily meetings aimed towards filling those needs. Perhaps the most pervasive need is hunger. Food items and non-food items alike all come at a high price in Goma, where everything is imported and comes along with taxes to cross the border. When families receive non-food items such as cooking pots, plates, blankets, etc. there is always the likelihood that they will end up selling them simply to buy another week’s supply of food.
When we were first flying into the D.R.C. over a week ago now, my face was glued to the airplane window watching the miles of lush, green trees from above, admiring the country’s vastness and beauty. Upon landing, we were rushed to buy our visas in Bunia before continuing on south to Goma. Incidentally in Bunia the visas were twice as expensive, and I will always remember the moment of handing the immigration officer a new twenty dollar bill for part of mine. Holding it with both hands, he quickly held it up to the light, inspecting it closely. Although it was new, he handed it back to me, noting a millimeter long rip on the top of the bill that I couldn’t even see. A French woman standing next to me turned around, looked me in the eyes, and said with her voice of experience: ‘Bienvenue au Congo.’
Each day I pass here is marked with similar experiences to where it all began: frustration along with excitement, beauty surrounding ashes, newness in the midst of disease, and the expectation that no matter how much suffering there is, people will still be enjoying their lakefront property.
