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Thank you for thinking so selflessly’
Fatima Najm I Arab News
TEARS welled into Deborah’s eyes as a persistent smile tugged at the corners
of her mouth. A long-forgotten memory was playing itself out at the
site of a school to be built by the Georges Malaika Foundation (GMF) in
the village of Kalebuka, just outside Congo’s mining capital
Lubumbashi. Her benefactor, Swiss-Congolese model and GMF founder
Noella Coursaris, was about to speak to villagers about a school she
and her team were building for them.
Toddlers played in the shade of trees, tracing circles in the rich red earth,
oblivious to the crushing poverty surrounding them. Parents, acutely
aware of the crushing weight of that poverty, called out to them as an
entourage of cars pulled up, trying to get the children into some
semblance of order as GMF volunteers stepped into their midst to
celebrate an era of hope for the people of Kalebuka.
Deborah looked now at the homes dotting the rural landscape, the nutrient-rich
soil, the shock of verdant green wherever trees spread their shade over
mud huts topped with dry grass. She remembers watching an idyllic scene
like this before the rebels attacked, burning homes to the ground,
slaughtering everyone they could find. It could have been Deborah’s own
village Kasala where her entire family was burnt to death. She escaped
with severe burns and joined the hundreds of thousands of Congolese
refugees who managed to flee the fighting. She dodged disease and just
barely managed to stay a step ahead of starvation before GMF found her,
and cocooned her in the knowledge that she belonged to a family anew.
And now she was standing on rough earth again, no sign of the concrete
grid of Lumumbashi. She could have been staring at the village where
her entire family perished — except that there was peace here, and very
soon, there would be opportunity.
Sebastien Kinguru, former mayor of Commune de Annex and committed humanitarian,
began to explain the school’s progress in Swahili. He told them about
GMF’s vision of a school built to international standards, from which
their children will emerge ready to lead. A place for the community to
come together and work for progress, so that they can serve as an
example to all of Congo as the people who lifted themselves out of
poverty. He barely got beyond a few sentences before the congregation
broke into relentless applause.
Kalebuka’s chief explained that past consultations had already energized the
villagers who were ready to help Georges Malaika build the school they
saw as their guarantor against hopelessness and hunger.
“They hear from anyone who goes into the city that people with education get
jobs, but they have no way to get this education. They are used to
being ignored, but now we know you return, each time with real action,
and now we know we will have a school here.”
Parents stepped forward to ask how they can help, and pledged free labor: “We
want to work to make this happen, we will help, we will work, just give
us the chance,” said a woman who identifies herself as ‘Mama’.
Noella felt the muscles in her shoulders relax for the first time in weeks.
She no longer felt the strain of hunching over her laptop, preparing
for endless fund-raising presentations that blurred into one another as
night followed day in New York City. The people of Kalebuka were
buoyant with hope, and it was infectious.
Deborah returned to her lessons the next morning with a song in her heart, the
song she had heard the women of the village of Kalebuka sing to the
Georges Malaika team, “It isn’t easy to help, and not everyone has the
will, the good grace to help, thank you for thinking so selflessly of
us…”
From the stick and tin shacks selling bottled soda to the relatively upscale
concrete bars of Lubumbashi, there is a sense of betrayal in the bitter
conversations over politics. Friends gather after work to talk about
strategies their leaders should deploy to throw warring factions out of
Congo. At large dinners, the conversation inevitably turns to politics,
and there is clear disappointment with their national leadership.
It is no secret to the Katangaise that 60 percent of the revenue needed to
pay politicians salaries and keep their country afloat comes straight
out of their mining profits. They want to know why Katanga’s mining
profits continue to be subsumed into fighting a war on multiple fronts
when they should be directed at developing Katanga and the rest of the
country. They want to see investments in education and health, not
roads for military vehicles or mining trucks carrying minerals out of
the country. But the education minister, Prosper Kabila, says his
government’s hands are tied.
“How can we keep building schools when the soldiers from neighboring
countries take over our schools, chop up the tables and benches and
turn them into firewood, and take over our school kitchens to feed
themselves?” he asked. “How can we pay teachers when we cannot even pay
our soldiers to fight the enemy? The Rwandans and our other African
neighbors steal our mining revenues by pretending to fight their wars
on our soil. Ridiculous, it has to stop, and foreign governments must
stop giving aid to these countries.”
But Noella is determined to bring her international contacts into play and
build a school to bring hope to one pocket of rural Katanga. “Me, I can
see our politicians have a difficult situation but I am a private
individual and I don’t care about politics I want to see my people are
out of poverty and this is all I will work for.”
The minister looked over at Noella and nodded at her before he showed us
out, “We need more people like her working for the country, so young
but so committed.”
In another meeting, the governor of Katanga, Moise Kutumbi, echoed the
same sentiments. “She has no reason to return here, she has a Swiss
passport. Noella is a model, she can make money and enjoy. Most people
at this age, think of nothing but getting out of Congo, but she keeps
coming back, every time to do more and more work here, and she is just
a private individual. We hope more people will think like that, to come
and return and rebuild Congo.”
Over a cup of coffee in her home, Noella looks out over the trees in her
aunt’s garden, and says, “I will go back to New York and continue to
talk to every Congolese and American person who is interested in
helping Congo and tell them what I have seen and what we can do, and we
will find a way to help the small NGOs and brave people who are working
in Congo everyday.”
A few days later, Noella was standing before parliament in Kinshasa,
asking her fellow Congolese to take a stand against rape, the most
popular weapon of war that soldiers were deploying against their women.
“Enough war, enough rape, the rape of our women and the rape of our
country… Enough,” she admonished the gathering.
We caught up with Noella in New York, where she was speaking at a United
Nations event at UNICEF’S request. Between answering emails, setting up
fundraisers for the GMF school and meetings to talk about taking relief
workers to Congo, she is talking about a project that has been on her
mind for some time: Bringing the Congolese diaspora together to
implement solutions.
“The solutions cannot be dictated by foreigners, they must come from the
Congolese and then we the Congolese must take responsibility for going
into action and making it happen,” said the activist, who will find
herself mired in the politics she wants to avoid should his project
come to fruition. And that is what is so refreshing about Noella.
There is not an iota of guile embedded in the slender 20-something. When she
speaks, because English is her second language, the words sometimes
stumble over each other. But her enthusiasm more than makes up for
irregularities in her reasoning and current affairs knowledge. And
that’s when you remind yourself; she is a humanitarian worker, not a
politician who has been polished to within an inch of her spontaneity.
And she keeps the promises she makes.