2pm on a Saturday afternoon in Goma. Sitting at the Hotel Nyira with one of the city’s most reliable internet connection and a decent cappuccino listening to Barbara Streisand. The rain and the generator simultaneously begin. Rain drops pelting on the leaves of my luscious surroundings, a low hum of a motor, a lone chirping bird and occasional roar of a UN plane flying overhead.
I’m on a short break between meetings. The days are busy, hardly a spare moment to breathe, let alone write. Phone calls, meetings, women leaders, international NGOs, journalists, activists, MONUC (the highly debated UN peacekeeping force in Eastern Congo), the momentum grows.
On the surface, screening a film in Eastern DRC is logistically challenging, but relatively straightforward and innocent. This film, however, is the uplifting and inspirational story of a broad-based civil movement. If it has the impact I think it might, it could provide the catalyst for one here.
The timing is good. Women in the Eastern region of the Democratic Republic are tired. After 15 years of civil war, over 6 million dead and hundreds of thousands of women raped. They are tired. Tired of the rape, abuse, torture, murder. Tired of being unable to provide food for their children. Tired of the violence. Tired of the war. And ready for change.