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Africa-Press – Rwanda. For years, they wandered through forests in DR Congo, clutching weapons, carrying slogans, chasing a war that had long expired. They clung to outdated ideologies, committed fresh atrocities, and convinced themselves they were heroes.
All while Rwanda moved on, rebuilt, and became the very thing they said it would never be: stable, organised, and uninterested in looking back.
Eventually, hunger kicks in. Disillusionment sets in. Or maybe Rwanda’s silence gets too loud to ignore. So they come back — not victorious, not feared, not even relevant — just back. And Rwanda, in all its unnerving calm, sends them to Mutobo to learn a thing or two.
Not a prison. Not a punishment. Just a nation that figured it was more useful to hand them toolkits than chasing shadows. Because really — what’s more humbling than showing up to fight and getting handed a syllabus instead?
So, what happens inside Mutobo?
Mutobo is a reintegration centre where ex-combatants trade war stories for welding skills.
Once they arrive, the bravado drops fast. The gun is gone. The mission has expired. Now it’s health check-ups, counseling sessions, and a crash course on reality , starting with what actually happened in Rwanda.
Because most of them left before the country rebuilt. They’ve missed two decades of progress, growth, reconciliation, and quiet, relentless statecraft. What they know is rumour, propaganda, and old slogans. At Mutobo, that gets replaced,quickly, with civic education, national history, and long-overdue perspective.
Then comes the training. Not marching drills, but metalwork, tailoring, carpentry, agriculture, masonry; skills that pay bills, not burn bridges. They’re taught how to start a cooperative, manage a small business, or contribute to local infrastructure projects. In other words: how to matter without a weapon.
And they’re not treated like royalty. There are no medals here. Just bunks, routine, and an uncomfortable but necessary process of unlearning everything they thought they knew.
This is where they learn history properly. Where the myth of rebellion dies, and the truth about the genocide, the country, and themselves is laid bare, often for the first time.
“I had been in the forest so long, I thought Rwanda was still at war,” one former FDLR fighter said at the latest graduation.
“At Mutobo, I realized the only thing that hadn’t moved on… was me.”
The quiet reality of reintegration
Mutobo graduates don’t walk out into red carpets or camera flashes.
They return to villages they once left — or in some cases, attacked. They go home to families that learned to live without them. To neighbors who speak of the past only in cautious, coded language.
Some are welcomed. Others are tolerated. A few are still feared.
Because reconciliation isn’t a performance. It’s a process — slow, messy, and deeply personal but can also be shoved down your throat, c’est question de choix!
“When I first arrived back in my village, people crossed the road when they saw me,” says Emmanuel, a former fighter who spent 15 years with an armed group in Eastern Congo.
“I didn’t expect celebration. I just hoped for a second chance.”
Reintegration is not a walk in the park. This isn’t a homecoming special on TV. It’s a slow, awkward return to a life that moved on without you.
People don’t throw parties. They throw glances. Some welcome you. Some avoid you. Some pretend they didn’t see you at all.
Mutobo does its part — counseling, group therapy, sessions on how to resolve conflict without using force.
But no class can fully prepare you for the moment you knock on your old door and a child you’ve never met calls you “Papa.”
Because laying down a weapon is simple. Laying down everything it turned you into — that takes time. Reintegration in Rwanda isn’t flashy. It’s quiet, hard, and often unspoken. But it’s happening — one conversation, one cooperative, one uneasy reunion at a time.
A place of unlearning
Mutobo isn’t soft. It’s strategic. You don’t walk in and get applause — you get a curriculum. You don’t tell war stories — you sit down and learn the history you never got right.
This isn’t about guilt-tripping ex-combatants into shame. It’s about giving them the facts — the real ones — and letting those facts do their job.
You thought you were fighting a just cause? Sit through the module on the Genocide against the Tutsi. You believed Rwanda was still burning? Here’s a breakdown of 20 years of reform, recovery, and relentless state-building.
That’s not mercy. It’s strategy. Because Rwanda doesn’t pour energy into revenge rituals or symbolic anger. It invests in what will last.
Justice has its place , but so does reintegration. Especially when the goal is to build a future, not just react to the past.
So yes , Mutobo is a place of unlearning. But more than that, it’s proof that Rwanda doesn’t waste time replaying old fights. It moves. Forward. Relentlessly. And anyone who wants to catch up?
They’d better be ready to pick up a skill, not a gun.
Beyond Mutobo: Who finishes the work?
Reintegration doesn’t end when someone leaves Mutobo. The center can train, counsel, and equip — but it can’t dictate how someone is received. That part is up to us.
Living together after war is not as simple as shaking hands and moving on. It’s a quiet, complicated agreement — to build something new while carrying everything that came before.
Let’s be clear: The pain returnees bring home is not magically erased by a development project or a cooperative grant. And the communities they rejoin? They carry pain too — memories, losses, and questions no syllabus can resolve.
But the decision to live together anyway — that’s not weakness. That’s strength. A strength that doesn’t always make headlines, but keeps the country standing.
Rwanda doesn’t pretend coexistence is easy. It just insists it’s necessary.
So if Mutobo gives returnees the tools to start over, communities need to give them the space to try. It’s not about trust falling into each other’s arms. It’s about agreeing to stand on the same ground — and move.
One uncomfortable, adult, dignified step at a time. Ababiri bajya inama baruta umunani urasana. This is not reconciliation by miracle. It’s reconciliation by muscle.
Source: The New Times
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