SITUATION OF CHILDREN IN DR CONGO , Street has no children !



In DR Congo , sexual violence has been used as a weapon of war , the scourge then arrived to settle in the Congolese community as to the level of the smaller children, " what adults do, children see , to hear and imitate ", he will for how long these images , these inhumane ideologies disappear into the memory and spirit of what these children are the future of the Congo?
In this issue I will address the event that saddened me , that of a young woman I met while I and friends apportions a small audience and live children born of sexual violence when she talks about it all the world, even those out there who have a hard heart to pay a tear monk , this woman told us:
"I have a son a son I never wanted, I did not even know his real father that is why I often talk about his" father " of those who raped me rotas .
It happened one night when we were in my family , my late husband and our five children , armed bandits operated that night in the village, four of them have arisen in our little house and demanded money. We had nothing, and they killed my husband in front of our children, and they raped me alternately role always before the eyes of my children, they abandoned me almost died , I lost consciousness. Besides the pain I endured this note I found a pregnancy. As a Christian , I was encouraged to keep this child was an innocent life . I then borne the trauma of the pregnancy which reminded me that the day I lost my love of life, this pregnancy was that the image of those who took me there that day loved her more than anything in the world. the day that I brought into the world , I tried to bury myself and give the child to the hospital but my movement was noticed . I told the hospital authorities that I did not want this child and should keep it, they said they had no place to keep the child but they saved me against the hefty bill . I was banished from my beautiful family for keeping this child. I live for that day trials hard with my children who do not want either of the child whose " fathers" killed their dad . Even to go to the toilet they refuse to take one . I have to do with this child back : prepare , wash , small jobs , small business it has become for me a ' NYONDJO ' ( a bump on my back ) as the locals designation. I learned to love this child because it has the right to live and the same rights as all children even though I have no way to ensure my responsibilities to my six children now . this child I see it as a hope for surely God pay me for what I did to this child have a life . I care only for his brothers and sisters do not want him , my family and my in-laws do not flabby either of them , if I die tomorrow or after tomorrow , only God will be his fate in his hands "
This child does not have the right t they like the others? Did they will not have the right to study or enjoy a family affection ?
Many of these kids out there going through the similar situation in the DR Congo , they are born in dark circumstances , their parents abandon them , and they live on the streets and grow up in the same street , they will never know the color of a table , towards a teacher and then they learn to their drugs , they learn to kill, rape and steal .
There are three months that a mother who was returning from a party later in the evening, she was taken by group of 8 of these children, they attacked in all delightful (jewelry, phone , etc.) have drugged and raped in turn .
For these children , life , dignity is meaningless.
Today I write these long words to say to the world that these children are entitled to live in a safe environment , to feel the warmth and affection of a family, to be educated and to have a secure future !
To all those who can pay the small or large solution remember .
Let me understand this fellow as an emergency for the future of our beautiful country.

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