In the twists and turns of conflict-torn territories, a picture of desolation and humanitarian emergency is emerging in Mangurejipa, Kambau and Njiapanda, in the Bapere sector, Lubero territory, in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Here, more than five thousand displaced households are trying to survive in precarious conditions, forgotten by the humanitarian assistance essential to their survival.
These men, women and children have fled the horror of rebel attacks, leaving everything behind them to take refuge in a territory where hope is slowly dying. Their villages deserted, their lives hanging by a fragile thread, they are desperately seeking support that is slow to come.
The local authorities, helpless witnesses to this silent tragedy, are sounding the alarm and launching a poignant appeal to the provincial governor and humanitarian partners. In a memorandum as urgent as it is necessary, they call for immediate assistance for these souls in distress, forgotten in the shadow of conflicts and indifference.
Water, the source of life, is becoming scarce in these war-torn lands. Standpipes are no longer sufficient, leaving displaced people to turn to unmaintained sources, conducive to waterborne diseases. Diseases are spreading, and deplorable hygiene conditions make every day a fight for survival.
In this humanitarian desert, the absence of medicines, food and decent shelter plunges these families into an endless nightmare. Children, the most vulnerable, pay the high price for this negligence, condemned to a stolen childhood in general indifference.
However, hope is not dead. The chief of the Bapere sector, speaking on behalf of these forgotten displaced people, implores emergency assistance. Food, medicine, temporary shelters, but also latrines, a symbol of regained dignity, are all calls for help in a sea of distress.
It is time for the world to reach out to these souls wounded by the horrors of war. It is time to make their voices heard, to offer them a glimmer of hope in the darkness of indifference. It is time to act, before silence becomes the last echo of a forgotten tragedy.