Dr. Mukwege with Congolese family |
Dr. Mukwege sews and
sews,
hunting for the pieces of Alfonsine’s bladder.
Dark circles lengthen
under his eyes,
that yang look, hardened really,
born of living closely with viciousness every day.
“Sometimes you go on
your best guess,” he says.
Alfonsine is newly
arrived to Panzi Hospital.
After her rape,
the
perpetrator blew his shotgun into her body.
How could she survive?
But then, one day,
lifting one tired and jaundiced eye,
Dr. Mukwege glimpses
her on the hospital grounds.
This is the day she
sang and danced!
She lifts her face and
looks Dr. Mukwege in the eye.
“I feel like a big
person in my community,”
states Alfonsine.
“I can do something
for my people.
Women must lead
our country. They know the way.”
Congo, emerald jewel of Africa’s plenitude.
Dr. Mukwege raises his
head from sewing, sewing,
the intricate patching
of torn flesh.
He hears the song that
joins the women’s power
to the earth and sky:
“I will never be
ashamed.
God gave me a
new heart that I can be strong.”
Annelinde Metzner
September 2, 2007
Thanks to the work of Eve Ensler for introducing me to the work of Dr.
Mukwege, who has just been granted the Nobel Peace Prize.
Out of their work arose the City of Joy, a safe community for survivors of violence in the Congo.
Dr. Mukwege at Panzi Hospital (V-Day) |
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