13/08/12 UNHCR press release : Congolese Stream to New UNHCR Refugee Camp in Rwanda

Like
others in Kibarizu, 20-year-old Veronique* knew the soldiers stopped anyone in
their path to demand money. If the victims had none, they would be beaten or
worse. So the people of Kibarizu developed a system to survive the passing
armies. Their method consisted of a single obligation: The first to be targeted
must speak or shout or scream as loudly as possible. The victim must say:
" 'They are here. They are here,' it is a warning for the rest of
us,"she said.

It
was barely a defense but it was all they had.

For
now, Veronique has escaped the cadre's horrors. But still she thinks of the
soldiers while sitting in a small tent in UNHCR's Kigeme refugee camp. Her
dwelling is made of plastic sheeting nailed to a pinewood frame and anchored to
the ground by tree limbs and rope. It is one of several hundred houses all
nestled side-by-side on the side of a steep Rwandan hill. It is safe now so
Veronique can remember. At times her lips quiver when she speaks. She stares at
the white walls or down on the dirt floor and recalls moments that defined her
life's trajectory.

Warnings
provided small consolation after the cadres become violent. The victims shouted
the existence of marauding gunmen, but those who sought to avoid their fate
made every effort not to exist. They blended into their homes or into the bush.
This willful disappearance more often than not set up a hopeless choice.
"If we stay in our houses they can take our money or rape us,"
Veronique said. "But if we run and the groups see us hiding they can shoot
us and kill us. "

The
impossible decisions closed in on her. The threats became specific; she feared
rape and her younger brother feared recruitment. Soldiers had already told
15-year-old Mapenzi* that he must join them.

And
so on May Day they fled, knowing that they were the lucky ones. Veronique's
mother, four other bothers and two sisters were left behind. The family simply
couldn't afford the $10 per person motorbike fare to the border. And while it
was possible to walk to Rwanda,
doing so meant exposure to bandits and other armed militias who also traversed
the famished road. "My mother wanted me to take all of my brothers and
sisters along with me," Veronique said. "I sensed that it was the
best thing to do. But I could only leave with one."

Veronique
was not alone. Since this spring, some 20,000 Congolese crossed the
Congo/Rwanda border fleeing conflict. A steady stream of refugees continue to
arrive. They register with UNHCR at Nkamira transit centre near the Congo border.
UNHCR and its partners have erected a new camp at Kigeme to accommodate the
newcomers. Everywhere this burgeoning community, the government of Rwanda, UNHCR
and its partners are working. More than 11,400 people now inhabit the new
facility.

Sabrina
Amirat a protection officer on emergency mission for UNHCR walks up and down
the terraced hills speaking with new arrivals. She has been in the camp for
barely a week. A woman smiles at her and holds her hand. A family greets her.
Another woman confides her fear that her husband will come and take away her
children now that he knows she was raped in Congo.

There
are meetings with youth, coordination meetings, meetings with such partners as
the World Health Organization, UNICEF, Oxfam and others. Work ends well into
the evening and trudging up and down the hillside for hours at times leaves her
with cramps in her legs. But what is important now is to be seen, known and
trusted. Amirat gives off an aura of generosity. "It is normal," she
says. "I don't consider the people here just as refugees. They are people
like me before anything else."

There
is much to do and Amirat also acts as a kind of field marshal overseeing the
buzz of activity at the camp. The sounds of hammers, hoes, axes and saws can be
heard everywhere along the terraced hillsides. She points at a latrine that has
been constructed too close to the dirt stairway that lines the hillside like a
long accordion. "You can see what is happening in this toilet," she
says pointing to one latrine in which the occupant can be seen from outside.
"We have to fix this."

Amirat
also knows that despite the relative safety of the camp, fear lingers. She
knows that no normal human being would be immediately transformed after
enduring the terrors of war. Gender based violence will likely continue. Women
need counseling and protection. Unaccompanied minors need to be reunited with
their families. Priority for easy-to-access housing must be given to the
physically disabled and the elderly.

At
3:30 pm a clutch of buses arrive from Nkamira transit centre and park along the
hillside. The new arrivals gather on the side of the hill as a man with a
megaphone provides information about the new camp. One by one the names of
heads of families are called out. Each is assigned a new home.

Justine
Mukeshimana, 47 waits patiently in the crowd. Then her name is called out. She
and her six children fled Bihamwe in Congo's
Masisi province and arrived to Rwanda
on June 9th. But in the chaos of the escape a seventh child – her oldest son
Gaston Gaboyimanzi – was separated from the rest of her family.

Today
Mukeshimana is lucky. Housing construction is now moving apace with the new
arrivals. UNHCR and its partners have built some 67 housing units on this day.
And so everyone on the bus will have a home tonight. With her children in tow,
she walks along the dirt road towards her new dwelling. And then she sees
Gaston. She was expecting to reunite with him but still the moment is a form of
bliss. The two haven't seen each other for months. They embrace quietly before
heading to their new home.

Seven
people will live in the small house. Gaston has chosen to stay with friends so
as to provide the rest of the family more space. Despite the fact they have
only a single mattress and a separate mat to sleep on, Mukeshimana's smile is
nothing less than brilliant.