Let me Just say something – saw with my bare eyes that the world is not on war for PEACE—it’s on war with Violence!

There is no introduction I can write to honour this young brave woman’s courage and resilience to survive.

I feel a connection with her, as like me she desperately wants to get a message out to the world.

I will not pretend to know what her life is like, for I haven’t even walked a fraction in her shoes.

What I do know… if this happened in a Western country there would be an outcry for justice.

The media and social media networks would be sharing her story. A current affair programs would be organising donations and fundraising for her and her child.

But that’s not happening, as she is just a poor African girl that the world doesn’t care about. How sad is that.

Of course, if I was a famous celebrity with power and money then all the media networks would be picking up my story. Donations would be flowing in. But I’m not.

I’m just one person trying to get a message out, trying to create social change and bring hope into the world.  And, trying to raise funds to buy educational materials and books for the children and young adults.

These educational books will allow them to have a future.

To rebuild their communities, to teach future generations of children. So no child will ever go without education or understand poverty or be sold as a child bride.

Read Morher’s story and if you feel moved by her plight then please make a donation on GoFundMe – Giving Hope Project

This is Morher’s story as told by her, in her words…


MorherLet me Just say something: Please, wherever you are, whoever you are, in whatever condition of life you live in, bear with me while reading parts of my story.

I don’t mean to get you nauseated, or sickened; it’s not your fault and I should not be okay if you feel that way while reading parts of my story, its not me, not even you… but it’s because of the war…I want to share my story.

I am a survivor, as a survivor, I am telling it because from what I saw with my bare eyes I understood that the world is not on war for PEACE—they are on war for VIOLENCE, abuse and persecution and affliction and destruction of human beings.

Poverty of my parents did not frighten me. Staying bare foot whole day didn’t surprise me. Eating once a day did not aggress me…wearing dirty clothes for months did not scare me.

Being discriminated from my younger friends chasing me back, not wanting me to follow them at their schools…I knew that those were stigmas that I could overcome.

And I was confident and believed that one day life would change… but what was so scary was most people were not certain about PEACE IN MY COUNTRY TO STOP ALL THOSE DISASTERS and INHUMAN ACTS.

Before his death, Grandfather said one evening at dinner: “since independence, in 1960, this country has never known peace”, war conflicts and violence against women is still a problem to be solved“.

When I was 5, my parents could not afford my kindergarten education, but I was always vexed seeing our neighbors’ children going to a kindergarten school in the morning, and when I was hanging with them they were always sending me back…

When I was 6 years of age; Aunty came home and she asked father to go with me to her house as if she could provide for my school…

But it was all about babysitting for her children those of the neighbors.

When I was 12, armed rebel group, pretending to be against the the ruling party, came at night to invade aunty’s house, they they started calling out the name of my aunty for several times, and when aunty could not answer, they kicked the door and broke it and got into the house they took out almost everything in the house…

We heard beats in our aunts’ room…and being so frightened we decided to hide under the bed…torch lights were spread into our house. They got into our room and flashed under the bed, they found and started to pull every single of us out of the bed by dragging us onto the floor…one of them strongly hit me a handle of a gun straight into my head…

As I cried and shouted out saying the name of my father and took us out of the house. He said frightening words to me loud, “your father is our enemy!” And hit the handle again strongly – in my belly…they took each of us outside into our yard.

Right in our yard…It’s not okay; it’s emotionally painful to say it here, so please be patient with me while I relive the inhuman acts.

When they took off all my aunty’s and my cousins’ clothes threw them away, two of them wanted to have sexual relationship with aunty, I saw they took out of her sexual organ, pieces of clothes, that that she was at her blood period…

Took one of those bloody pieces of clothes and filled them into her mouth as she was strongly shouting…to keep her from shouting they did that…and ohhh shame on them…it was Disgust! Nauseating! Even Atrocious my heart was so emotionally aroused ….

Three men took my cousin, took my cousin, can you imagine, 13 years old, pitifully laying on dirt, trying hard to cry and shout but she could not as one of those brutal criminals was having sex in her mouth, another was raping her in her sex!

When the man who kept me under control took off my skirt and my shirt, all of a sudden, the lights a of car flashed right where we were and that criminal was all stupefied and suspended took gun and started to shoot at the car of business man….

God heaven…In a big dark, I took off naked, in a higher speed–ran away in the other direction of the road, blood coming out my head and out of my nose…hid myself under a mango tree, soaked wet by the rain the entire night…

God spared my life, while blood was coming out my head and my nose, I tried hard to drag myself close to the road.. And behold, a man going to his maize field, saw me there, and wanted to run away thinking that I was a fantom.

I rose my two hands up as a sign of surrendering, hid my nudity with leaves and called him with my hand right. At the distance he checked for a long time until other two men came, and then they approached to me.

They too kind to rush me to a unique small health post that was in my village, on their bicycle….I was dying… But since in the health post the situation was going from worst to worst, not knowing where I was, I just crying saying my father’s and my mother’s the nurse recognized them and called on them that morning of my difficult time…still could not speak well to tell what happened to me…

One week later, I could open my mouth and talk just difficultly…until next 2 days…

And three months later after I was doing better. I woke up early, I could not go with my parents to their casual jobs on construction site…so I hanged with group of 5 younger friends on their way to school.

But they kept chasing me away, because I wasn’t a student. But kept clinging after them, until they got in the classroom…I could not go with them in the school. You know… I was ashamed…not a student…

And stayed behind a school across the window looking at students reading their texts. I was so irritable seeing students younger than myself, reading the very sentences I had already memorized until today: “où vas-tu? Je vais à l’école (English translation, where are you going? I am going to school).

I was so disappointed, sat down and started crying and crying behind the school until the security guard came and asked me in French, I could not understand but I thought he was just asking me what was doing there. Just look at him and when I could not answer he chased me away…

Came home and told mother where I was this morning and what happened to me. They just said it’s was so difficult for them to afford my school unless I get married..

I can’t blame my parents for their miserable life conditions I loved them and they loved me…regardless my parents could not afford my treatment costs… Yet they struggled and borrowed money from a certain man, who looked like a boss who visited his sister in the hospital where I was admitted.

Three years later, at 15 years of age, ashamed to say I was married still an uneducated girl, to that man, whom, after it was impossible for my father to pay his money back, he came home and asked me for his wife…my parents admitted it. Because they knew that the man was a lawyer, and he could necessarily take good care of me.

My so-called husband as I conceived , married me not for love but primarily for other reasons: as a producer of babies and a watchman of his his.

He didn’t want me to go out. He wanted me to stay in the house from morning to evening…But one day I went to visit him to the office, I found him with women and he beat me for going to see him.

In twelve month with him I was pregnant but was overwhelmed with his immoral behaviour.  Just in period of 15 months with him, I realized that he was in love relationship with 8 women, and he was doing that deliberately because of his belief and tradition allows him to, as he claimed.

Asked my sister-in-law to give me money to make a call to my parents. She was so nice to me and I phoned my parents, told them about all that, they told me I had to be patient, they are trying to find to casual jobs on construction site to make money to pay back to man, and they were afraid to put be in jail and they said after three years they can get half of the money…

I had no idea about where to go and what to do…I was so afflicted…

One week after I produced a baby… It became so sick, it could not breath and it was so weak…took it to a health post, was admitted for a week… When I was discharged, got home and found a women, coming out of my bedroom..and my husband…

And when I asked him who she was, and what was she was doing in my room, the man—with my sick kid in my hand, he slapped me, and kicked me with his leg, and fell down…

I took off and ran away—away so quickly and he told me…promised that wherever he could find me…or my parents he would kill my parents or kill me…so I went back.

On December 15, when the rumors of war to overturn the government of president Joseph Kabila on 19th spread all over my village. I remembered what that murderman told me that my father is his enemy. When I told it to my so called husband he began to torture and beat while I was 3 day mother-baby, and asked me to leave his house go anywhere I wanted.

I took my kid. Packed it on my back and walked down to the lake. Had no money for transport no nothing to eat, but was so fortunate I found my uncle who saw me laying on the way near leading to lake, with my child on the back picked me up, gave me the water and some food, told me he was also fleeing as accused of reporting trough a local radio on the murder and the looting of the farmer’s cows and crops by a Maji-maji rebel commandant…

The uncle paid the transport fair to me until Tanzania in a refugee camp…

In 2017, January, in the camp, life was so difficult for me and for my child was always sick…I was always sick… Uncle as well going to health post there was no treatment for most times… everything was so complicated for us, we had no job to do to make a living, no money to buy medicines…

Three months later uncle took money – the bride price from a certain old man; –his friend, older, 45 years old and I was 17, he brought the man at home, gathered us in a meeting and in a hostile way, he said to me, “you are a woman and you can’t live without a husband, I want you to be married, to help yourself and your kid, and this one here is your husband“.

I asked him, why can’t you find me a group of people to edifying me, or an adult school where I can go and learn, or a group where you can learn money for me and you to do business?

He said no one in the camp can give us enough money like this man. And nowhere in the camp is a school of mother–girls like you. No way for you to continue with your study as you lost your chance to learn from your childhood. And if you don’t want to be married, he continued, “go away and I don’t want to see you before my face“.

I replied in a too unkind language: “you and your man will know where to go with your money and I don’t want to be married“, and I left…

Went to a man who came with me from Congo, as he was already married, life condition was not good in the family, just at the very first days, I experienced and endured different aspects of harassments and bullies from the male family children the father’s wife came with, my child was always beaten, they named me an interloper.

Also, the man’s wife started conflicts big trouble against me. Took my kid threw it away. She publicly beat me pretending that I was having sexual relationship with her husband. And she declared in the open air that in just a few minutes time I should not be seen in her plot, I could leave the house.

It was on May 4th, at night, had no where to go, had nothing to eat..just stopped at the cross way…I was not familiar to the camp, sat under a tree all confused, looking up and down. With my kid in my hands, my handbag was laid down…I was getting drowsy…I just said, GOD YOU FEED AND TAKE CARE OF SMALL BIRDS IN THE WOOD“…

Fortunately, just a few minutes after I said that, I saw a woman approaching me, thought I was lost… She really impressed me, got me to her house, no matter I had no desire to eat, she spoke to me for quite while until I got the desire to eat and offered a drink and something to eat to me and to my kid.

Introduced to me and told me she was working with a refugee organization named Non-Violence Communication Training (NVCT), one of the organizations networking with CEN. Then she asked what was wrong with me and I told her my story.

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