Over the past two weeks, I had the privilege of spending additional time in New York with Dr. Mukwege, who is not only my personal hero, but also a dear friend, colleague, and partner of Physicians for Human Rights.
Dr. Denis Mukwege is a noble man forging a path towards peace in Congo. If the fates see fit, he may also be a Nobel man.
Some European states are still not willing to see the writing on the wall. A change in mentality is happening very slowly at the expense of people such as Minister Kyenge. She is actively involved in Italy's progress and preparation for future challenges that will include migration to the country.
Many victims face rejection by their own communities and even by their closest relatives. Some scars, the ones on the heart and the soul, can be hidden. Others cannot.
In October, 2008, as part of an internship, I traveled to Kinshasa in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. An orphan I spoke to said the most important people in his life were those who helped. When I asked him who helped, he said no one.
The subjects that Girl Be Heard have explored are wide-ranging. Race, sexual orientation, body image, drugs and alcohol, suicide, trafficking, child marriage and physical abuse are all themes on the agenda.
Congo's repeated history of violence, including rapes and other atrocities committed against civilian populations, with little to no prosecution and conviction, has encouraged a system of retribution and resorting to violence.
Today's political parties will meet this week in Congo's capital Kinshasa to discuss how they can bring unity to a country wracked by instability since its birth.
Since the first invasion, more than 5 million people have died in Congo, making it the deadliest conflict since the Second World War. And many of those deaths lie at the hands of the Rwandan government.
If Idjwi was going to get a clinic, the community itself had to build it. At first, many people resisted, insisting that they didn't have the money. But I told them, "You have sticks, you have mud, you have labor, and you have each other." And so it started.
The image of the face of the Congolese woman resting on the pink and blue blanket is grafted onto the frontal lobe of my brain -- the repository of my...
All of the recent M23 deserters interviewed by Human Rights Watch said that Rwandan soldiers, officers, and trainers were present throughout their time with the M23, and that there had been new arrivals from Rwanda in recent months.
Given the reports of U.N. supported FARDC rapes, desecrations and desertions, perhaps the U.N. working group on peacekeeping could focus more on the use of brain analysis of U.N. commanders rather than drone analysis of eastern Congo.
These trips fly by for me. It seems like I just get acclimated to the schedule, to the food (or lack thereof), to not sleeping (somehow I never sleep in Congo), to 18 hour days, and suddenly it's time to go home. And as I seem to always say, at the end of every trip, I feel sad to leave.