TOGETHER LET US STOP MODERN SLAVERY


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TOGETHER LET US STOP MODERN SLAVERY
By Peter Wazili Chitondo
 
I look up in the sky I see free birds
Flying high the horizon
While my people are weeping
Struggling to be free like a crying bird
In the hand of the oppressor
 
For by force they are smuggled
To far countries they are taken
To be used as sex workers and drug dealers
Yes both boys and girls are victims
 
For hard labour they are used with poor conditions
Yet good wages they are refused
Who is accountable for their suffering?
It’s all because of you! And me!
Who have kept our mouths shut like a door?
And have failed to be a walking stick 
In the hand of the most vulnerable
 
Yes a patient heart do we need
To listen to the voice of the voiceless
An intelligent mind we need not
That only talks without actions
Together lets fight modern slavery
VIVA! AFRICA VIVA!
 

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Also, two articles written by M.Afr students in Balaka:
SUFFERING AND ITS LOGICALITY IN CHRISTIANITY
MODERN FORMS OF SLAVERY IN AFRICA AS A RIVAL AGAINST HUMAN NATURE

9 dead after Renamo threatens war to block elections


Document sent recently from Mozambique.
Nine people have been killed since Friday (first week of April 2013) in a growing confrontation between Renamo and the government in Muxúnguè, Sofala province, on the main north-south road (EN1) 100km north of the River Save. (…) Finally, on Sunday in Muxúnguè in an unexplained attack, the local Anglican pastor was killed.
Catholic bishops in a pastoral letter Sunday said that the “hypocrisy” of both Frelimo and Renamo was behind the conflict. It cited the “intense antagonism and lack of tolerance and dialogue” on both sides. It went on to blame the lack of internal democracy in the two parties. “Aren’t there many members of both parties who are afraid to express their own opinion if it differs from that of party leaders?” asked the bishops. READ MORE

Please, let us remember our confreres who are living at Dombe situated at 70km from Muxúnguè.

Pastoral visit to Kataba-Dumbe Communities – Lumimba Parish


Phelim Malumo in Lumimba 02By Phelim Malumo M.Afr
For the first time this year, because of less rain than usual, we managed to visit the three major zones of our parish for Easter celebrations. Together with Father Bwezani, I succeeded to reach Lundazi, about 120 km from Luminba, then went through Lukusuzi National Park before crossing the Mwanya River where crocodiles and beasts are common. We covered about 600 km. We slept in a small grass thatched house for 10 days. We were completely cut off but happy to be with the people.
As shown on the pictures below, I went to Kataba-Dumbe community at about 8 km from our house. We had to cross the Lumimba River by motorbikes. On that day, a Lay Missionary named Joe Venegas, linked to the Comboni Missionaries, wanted to see with his own eyes the famous valley life. He was on his way back home to the USA for holidays. I took him to visit the sick, pray for various needs, chat with people and ride along the rough terrain. He hopes to come back and help if possible. In the valley, Lay Missionaries would be very useful.
What an experience! Living here, you really see the difference compare with a town setup. Indeed one has to be happy to work in places like this. It is very demanding and yet prophetic and fulfilling. Truly, one has to be zealous like our founder Cardinal Lavigerie. This is an experience I have come to cherish. I have made friends in taking part of their lives. Hopefully, I have left a positive mark on them too. I have learnt a lot from the confreres and the people around. They have become part of my life journey. Unforgettable indeed! This experience will surely carry me along in my next mission ahead; called to become a man of hope.
Welcome to Lumimba!
Greetings to the confreres  Phelim Malumo M.Afr

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Interview with Elaine Zook


ENSLAVEMENT TO OUR WOUNDS

Elaine ZookIn this interview we explore a different way to look at slavery, this time as related to our unhealed wounds. Elaine Zook says that “sometimes individuals and groups become enslaved to their wounds and it becomes part of their identity and stuck narratives and they just keep spinning on the cycles.” In the same line Richard Rohr points out that “pain that is not transformed is transferred”. Self-awareness and embracing pain becomes fundamental for breaking the chains of the giant wound. READ MORE

Members of the Provincial Council meeting at Mua, Malawi


2013 Provincial Council April 06

Bottom line: Karl Kälin, Provincial Treasurer, Jos van Boxel, General Council, Antoon Oostveen, Councillor, Serge St-Arneault, Provincial Secretary

Standing: Michel Sanou, Councillor Malawi, Timothée Bationo, Sector Superior Mozambique, Bernhard Udelhoven, Substitute Councillor Zambia, Adelarde Munishi, Substitute Sector Superior Zambia, Chrispin Vungwa, Councillor South Africa, William Turnbull, Sector Superior Malawi, Christopher Chileshe, Provincial, Richard Ujwigowa, Councillor Mozambique, Philippe Docq, Sector Superior South Africa, Robert Tebri, Lechaptois First Cycle

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Death of Anne-Marie, sister of Father Jean-Luc Gouiller


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Chipata 17th April 2013
 
Dear confreres, greetings.
 
This is just a few words to tell you that one of my sisters, Anne-Marie, died in France yesterday, after some ten years of Alzheimer sickness. She was 72. She suffered a lot at the end. May she rest in peace! Easter time strengthens us.
 
We are 11 children in my family. She was the fifth one. (I am the third one). She was married to Bernard Fléchon. We pray for her husband, their four children and their families. The long sickness of my sister has strengthened our family links.
 
Alzheimer is a terrible disease. As the sickness gets worse, the sick person becomes less and less able to express clearly what is in her mind. Then tears and crying come. One feels helpless when in front of it, but we learn to just stay with her and for instance hold hands.
 
When young, my sister had taken part in and learnt from the animation of sessions and camps for the Rural Movement of the Christian youth. Then she became a teacher in a basic school. For quite a time she had a class of children with learning difficulties. The patience and the calm she had with them was marvellous. During two of my leaves, she called me to meet her students. One feels proud to see that. I happen to meet one of those students later, a girl, who was extremely grateful to have been able to grow out of her difficulties and, in her turn, help others. Anne-Marie had a gift also for making songs at family celebrations, including for my 25th anniversary of missionary life in December 1989. I still go back to that song at times. She came to Zambia in May 1996 with her husband and a brother of mine and his wife.
 
From the time both my father and mother had died, apart from staying some days in my home village at a brother’s home, I used to have a room at Anne-Marie and Bernard’s place. We felt very attuned to one another, until, in 2003, it could not be anymore.  For instance, my brother in law had to see to it that Anne-Marie would not forget to turn the gas off in the kitchen or would not get lost when walking, …walking…  That year, I moved to another sister, a widow, who makes me feel very much at home also.
 
The funeral Mass of my sister will be celebrated next Saturday in a parish where there is a great fellowship among the parishioners. The Parish Priest was one of my generation at the diocesan Major Seminary. My sister was much involved in the animation of the liturgy in that parish, including accompanying the singing with her guitar. Until, some days, she started getting lost, a little at first and then more. That was the beginning of the sickness. It was painful for her and for all. Her guitar was brought to the Home where one day she had to go and reside. But it had become useless to her. It’s hard to learn how to die that way. But the Lord had not forgotten her. On the Octave of Easter, the last 7th April, unexpectantly, she had some kind of a quick awareness, and she murmured  several times to those around “merci à tous”  (thank you to all), …an “Adieu” from her. One of her grandchildren, an 11 years old girl, was then getting ready to be baptized the next Sunday, another joy for the family. My sister died two days later.
 
Now I feel that our sister is again with us. The Communion of Saints is a reality. We can again relate with one another in another way but really, in the Spirit.
 
Thank you
 
Jean-Luc Gouiller, M.Afr