Betty Atimango has a particular set of reasons for wanting the Kampala-based Life in Africa groupâ€™s
The atrocities that happen in war are often unspeakable, thus hard to imagine, even for those who have experienced them. For Betty, what happened to her during Joseph Konyâ€™s war still lives larger than life within her. There is a duality she experiences in her own sense of identity - she knows she has goodness in her heart, but feelings of guilt, unworthiness and shame over what the rebels forced her to do eat at her from the inside.Â More than 20 years later, she still experiences outbursts of violent rage that she knows are â€śbadâ€ť but sometimes finds very hard to control. On occasion sheâ€™s had to pay the hospital bills of people she has fought with and injured.
What Betty remembers as the time she was most proud of herself was when she got her husband through dancing well. Before the war, the Acholi people would have huge festivals at the end of the harvest season, where everyone would come together to dance. Young people from different villages would dance in competition, and in hopes of catching each othersâ€™ eye. The year Betty and her husband noticed each other, she was named the best dancer of the whole festival. His family approved of his choice, and was eager to have Betty become a part of their family so she could also teach their girls to dance and sing so well. Following tradition, this translated to a significant bride price that was paid to Bettyâ€™s family in compensation for educating her so well, and earned Betty a place of high respect around her new husbandâ€™s family campfire. (The Acholi campfire was like a cultural home-school - families would gather each night to tell stories from the past and teach the children about Acholi foods, customs and traditions.)
Just a teenager then, Betty truly loved and was loved dearly by her new parents-in-law. Her mother-in-law had also been a great dancer in her day, and treated Betty like she was special and worthy of all the good things their life had to offer. She took time to teach her, was patient and kind, and never scolded when Betty made all the typical mistakes that a young girl is prone to make. After Betty gave birth to her first son, life was blissful. She was a good girl, and had everything and more than sheâ€™d been taught to hope for in life.
When the Lordâ€™s Resistance Army rebels came to her village, they first killed many people, then they captured Bettyâ€™s husband, tied Betty to a tree, and locked her parents-in-law in their hut. Betty was then given an impossibly cruel choice: she could watch the rebels kill her baby and then die herself, or set her beloved parents-in-lawâ€™s hut on fire and watch it burn with them inside. Betty chose her son's survival.
Her husband eventually escaped and they both made it to safety in Kampala. They've gone on to build a large family together, but Betty nonetheless sometimes regrets that she didnâ€™t just choose to die that day - the good girl she believed herself to be died anyway, when the rebels turned her into a murderer. Behind Bettyâ€™s big warm smile and hardworking nature, rage and self-hatred run deep in her veins. She has never been able to forgive herself.
Now the place where they resettled has been sold and itâ€™s time to go back to the North. For Betty, the complex logistical challenge of moving 400km north with 10 children are not the main issues that keep her paralyzed with inaction. Her brothers in law have already started rebuilding, and have begged her to come back and live there as part of their larger family unit. Although she knows they forgive her for everything and still want her with them, the thought of living as if nothing happened - in the place where she found out she can kill someone she loves - brings on nightmares. By day the guilt and pain well up inside of her until they explode - sometimes violently. Betty sees this in herself and is so ashamed. She is deathly afraid that living again where it all happened sheâ€™ll never find peace.
Sheâ€™s never once fought with any member of Life in Africa. She never could, she says, because this supportive and tight knit group of women have treated her with the same kind of love and gently correcting kindness that she remembers from her mother in law. She feels safe with them, as part of a community where sheâ€™s been able to rediscover her own value and let some of her talents shine once again. The option of resettling with some of them at the Family Transition Center they hope to build has given her the courage to imagine that life in the north would be possible for her again.
Betty is not alone in her long struggle to overcome the atrocities that Konyâ€™s LRA rebels inflicted on the Acholi people. In the absence of psychological resources, community plays a vital role in healing. Now that they all have to leave the Kampala home they've been living in for 20+ years, the Family Transition Center will help others like Betty and her family to find their way back to their Acholi roots in a way that feels safe, constructive and peaceful.
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(This post was updated with new links on 3 June)