
I shall
never forgive myself for having initiated and encouraged my younger brother, Didace Namujimbo, to
take up journalism. Working for 21 years in Bukavu,
a city nestled on the picturesque shores of Lake Kivu, led me to cover every
aspect of the brutal conflict and humanitarian catastrophe in this part of
eastern Democratic Republic of Congo, but a year ago nothing prepared me to
deal with the news that my brother had been killed.
If I had known that such a fate awaited
him, I think I'd have advised him to continue his studies at the Higher
Institute of Rural Development in Bukavu, or pursue his passion for basketball.
We were again in November, but in 1996 after Rwanda-backed
rebels of Laurent-Désiré
Kabila seized
Bukavu in their march to end the more than 30 years of reign of Mobutu Sese Seko. I
was among the few journalists who remained in Bukavu after the city fell into
the hands of the Alliance of Democratic Forces for the Liberation of Congo (AFDL) of Kabila. To
call people to return to the city, the rebels had come for me to be editor in
chief of their propaganda station, “The People's Radio.” Faced with the
daunting task that awaited me, I appealed to Didace and other young people to
help me air news and messages of ADFL, or announcements for those
seeking missing children and relatives. I still
remember how we nervously worked under the watchful presence of heavily armed Rwandan
soldiers in the studio. Didace gained a taste for journalism and
permanently filed away his textbooks.
Didace launched into journalism knowing it was a
high-risk occupation in my country, especially in our city of
Just days after the murder of my brother, it already
seemed like it would be déjà vu. Not only did
military prosecutors take over the case, removing it from the hands of police
and the criminal justice, but military investigators became almost hysterical
whenever we raised to them the possibility that members of the Congolese
armed forces could be involved in the killing.
I was forced to quickly launch my own
investigation and clues I communicated to military investigators helped them
arrest a dozen suspects.
However, everything changed on April 8, 2009. I was
in
Bukavu, the same city where I found shelter in July 2004 when the men of the former warlord Gen. Laurent Nkunda were looking for me over a story about the rebel atrocities against the population in the region, was becoming synonymous with deadly insecurity for journalists. Another journalist, Bruno Koko Chirambiza was killed in August and death threats were made against three women journalists two weeks later. There has not been a single arrest in any of these cases.
In the absence of justice and amid growing
insecurity, my family and I were forced into exile. Over the past year, military prosecutors repeatedly announced the
imminent start of the trial of the suspected killers of Didace, only to
postpone it to a later date that never comes. Meanwhile, some suspects
have already escaped from custody. It would not surprise me if there was an
authority behind this murder or if the judges have been bribed or intimidated
in one way or another. I challenge them to contradict me by finally starting
this process!
While we await justice, Didace will live in the pages of
my upcoming books recounting my experience covering the war in eastern

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It is not your fault Déo. Keep writing, keep his memory alive.
Alan is correct, none of this is your fault. Keep your brother alive, and keep telling people about this. Your story will be heard.