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[dehai-news] Mondediplo.com: 'They're not going to find anything better elsewhere'-African odysseys turn to the south

From: Berhane Habtemariam <Berhane.Habtemariam_at_gmx.de_at_dehai.org>
Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2012 21:19:21 +0100

‘They’re not going to find anything better elsewhere’


African odysseys turn to the south


Fewer than 5% of African migrants now want to reach Europe or America.
They’re looking instead to neighbouring countries, or the continent’s
dreamland, South Africa. It’s a long, hard way there, and they may be no
better off if they reach it.

 

by Guillaume Pitron


November 2012


It’s noon, and Etienne Bokoli, a Congolese translator, is getting impatient.
Babasar, from Senegal, has been inside the refugee reception centre since
seven this morning. The high winter sun is beating down on the tin roofs of
Messina, a small South African town near the border with Zimbabwe, and
Babasar is still in there, along with hundreds of other illegal immigrants.
Bokoli explains: “He crossed the border through the bush and turned up this
morning at immigration services, too frightened to be able to ask for asylum
in English. I acted as his interpreter.” He is waiting to be paid a few rand
for his services.

“Thousands of illegal immigrants from the north of sub-Saharan Africa come
to Messina overland every year,” says Mpilo Nkomo of the local office of the
International Organization for Migration (IOM). Like Babasar, they take a
plane from Dakar to Kinshasa, another to Lubumbashi, then wander around
Zambia and Zimbabwe for a month. Zimbabwean people smugglers charge a few
hundred rand (1 rand is 11 US cents) to cut through three barbed-wire fences
and get them across the Limpopo. “Men, women, children... they all swim
across as soon as it gets dark,” says Nkomo. “They’re lucky if they don’t
get robbed in the bush by the people smugglers or meet a crocodile or a
black mamba.”

If they can evade the border patrols, they gather in this building
surrounded by red fences. Every ethnic group, from Somalia to Mauritania and
from Chad to Zimbabwe, is represented this morning. One by one they emerge
from the centre, each clutching a temporary residence permit. Eventually, so
does Babasar, and he sets off for the bus station to catch a taxi. He is
still frightened; his limbs are shaking and his lips are trembling. He has
made it, but his fear of being arrested as he reached the final border
remains vivid and he only manages to stammer out a few words. His taxi-van
is soon a speck in the distance on the road to Johannesburg.

Bokoli meets about five West Africans each week: “Especially Senegalese and
Ghanaians. It’s crazy how far they’ve come. The journey is even harder than
the life they’re fleeing.” Ismaël Fofana knows this from personal
experience. Now living in Johannesburg, he came from Abidjan, one of the
economic hubs of West Africa and Ivory Coast’s biggest city, a few years
ago: “People who are thinking about making the journey call me every day
from Ivory Coast. They take no notice of my warnings. Since the World Cup in
2010, all they can think about is South Africa.”


Two ways of dying


Abidjan is 9,000km away on the Ebrié lagoon, just above the Gulf of Guinea.
I am visiting in April, when the city is waiting for the storms that start
the rainy season and end the heat. Even the Peugeot 504s — wôrowôro — used
for public transport seem to go slower in the heat. Things have not been
good here for 20 years: the decline of Ivory Coast, with economic crises,
civil war and a long wait for a multiparty system, has reflected the loss of
status of all of francophone Africa. The clashes that followed the 2010
elections finally broke the place.

“You don’t live in Abidjan, you survive,” says Razak Bakare, a photographer,
his Nikon around his neck, who misses the “good old days” of President
Houphouët-Boigny, head of state from 1960 to 1993. “In Ivory Coast you have
a choice of two ways of dying: either you stay put and poverty kills you, or
you venture into the unknown and hope for the best.” In the past, migrants
looked to France, the former colonial master. (“Anywhere else wouldn’t be
Ivoirian,” people joked.) But emigration is now economic rather than
cultural. Immigration requirements in Europe have become tougher. And as
reggae singer Ismaël Isaac says, “If we all leave, who will build Africa?”
Moroccans, Kenyans and Angolans who once dreamed of the Mediterranean now
look towards the emerging economies, especially South Africa, the centre of
future growth and perhaps “the new America”.

“South Africa is more accessible than Europe,” says Felix Gnammoua, 24, a
factory worker. “And for the same work, I’d earn ten times as much as here,”
says Tiemeko Koné, an English teacher who dreams of making a documentary
about a country where black and white live side by side, and of meeting
Nelson Mandela. For the visa and the flight, he has a budget of around
$4,000 — three times the average annual salary in Ivory Coast. “I’ll leave
as soon as I get a visa, inshallah.”

Some migrants are too poor to fly but have the funds to travel overland.
“I’ve saved enough to make the journey in a few weeks,” says Falla Bouanama,
a handsome young man in an elegant red kaftan. The journey will be a
homecoming: he was in South Africa for seven years, went back to Ivory Coast
to see his family, and is now planning to return. His eyes sparkle when he
talks about the beach at Point Street in Durban and the chic districts of
Johannesburg where he worked as a street hawker. Others who seek a better
life, from Nouakchott (Mauritania) to Lagos (Nigeria), also look south, as
their fathers’ generation looked north.

There are dozens of transport companies ready to help. Among them is one run
by Sanogo Bassikini and Edouard Amoussou, who operate out of a bus station
in Port-Bouët. Both acknowledge they “don’t always do things entirely
legally.” “But so what,” says Edouard, “all the transport companies in
Abidjan do a bit of trafficking.”

“A passport and a vaccination certificate are all Ivoirians need to travel
in ECOWAS [the Economic Community of West African States]”, says Bassikini,
and 75,000 CFA francs and a five-day journey through Ghana, Togo, Benin and
Nigeria will get them to the coastal town of Calabar on the border of
Cameroon. There, most of them, being unable to afford a visa, will go
underground. Bassikini and Amoussou have a web of contacts highly
experienced in getting people across borders, stretching as far as Kinshasa.
“The first of them will be waiting for them in Lagos, the next in Douala,”
says Bassikini, tracing the route with his finger on a map of Africa.
“You’ll see. All the ‘illegals’ will end up in Cameroon.”


Like a moon mission


The journey to Johannesburg is usually interrupted at stop-off points where
travellers stay from a few days to a few years while they save the money to
continue. Grouped according to their nationality, many migrants take refuge
in the Congo market at Douala, Cameroon, 2,500km from Abidjan, a maze of
lanes flanked by papaya vendors, where the smell of roast chicken and Maggi
stock cubes hangs in the air. The migrants all want to tell me stories about
the greed of people smugglers, police corruption and the brutality of
highway bandits.

“Five hundred francs by motorbike” further on from the market — distances
are expressed in money — Ghanaian Bruno Firmin tells me about his odyssey.
“The adventure of getting to South Africa is like a moon mission. All
African families have their hero: a footballer, a singer or an adventurer.”
He had been chosen to realise his brothers’ ambition: “To travel, to succeed
and to send money home through Western Union.” His story is funny and sad —
he wandered as far as Brazil (where he loved the girls on Copacabana beach),
sweated in cotton fields in Santa Domingo, and was in Haiti during the great
earthquake. The UN sent him back to Ghana where “no one respected me any
more. I was destroyed. To get respect, I had to set off again, for South
Africa this time.” He travelled from Accra to Douala in the hold of a cargo
ship, “with some fruit, tins of sardines and a towel.” After a week at sea,
“we had to come ashore by night and pay 10,000 francs to the police. Then I
had to bribe another Cameroonian policeman to get a false identity card.”
Bruno has been getting by doing odd jobs for five months. He has no idea
when he will reach his destination. “Maybe in a year?”

Every year, 25,000 West Africans (
<http://mondediplo.com/2012/11/14african-immigration#nb1> 1) — almost all
men — try their luck on the overland route to South Africa. So do 20,000
Ethiopians and Somalis (
<http://mondediplo.com/2012/11/14african-immigration#nb2> 2) and hundreds of
thousands of Zimbabweans and Mozambicans (
<http://mondediplo.com/2012/11/14african-immigration#nb3> 3). “These lads
want to get there whatever the cost,” says political scientist Jean-Emmanuel
Pondi. For many, the journey stops in Gabon, Angola or Equatorial Guinea,
which have become so rich from oil that migrants at their borders “look at
the customs barriers as if an ancestor had left a huge inheritance on the
other side,” says Emmanuel Bienvenu, a go-between for people smugglers and
migrants.


‘Africa is discovering itself’


Contrary to popular belief, “the statistics absolutely do not corroborate
the fears of an African invasion of Europe,” says Pondi. Despite those rafts
overcrowded with African families shipwrecked in the Mediterranean, “only 5%
of African migrants go to North America or Europe: 92% migrate to another
African country ( <http://mondediplo.com/2012/11/14african-immigration#nb4>
4). Africa is discovering itself.”

Most migrations are between neighbouring states: rural dwellers cross the
border to work on a plantation, in a mine or an oil field. Bolder migrants
look beyond their sub-region, but crossing the continent to reach South
Africa is exceptional. Still, crossing borders “arbitrarily imposed by
Europe, which are often meaningless on the ground,” Pondi says, may be a
portent of the economic integration necessary for the continent to take off:
the people smugglers may be helping this.

Bienvenu tells me about Ngom, a police officer turned people smuggler.
“Every Thursday afternoon at three, he sits down in a snack bar in Akwa and
within a few minutes the whole neighbourhood knows he’s there.” He watches
passengers pile aboard a coach bound for Bata in Guinea: upstairs from the
snack bar, his representative is collecting 20,000 francs for each
passenger. “That’s three times the normal fare, but for that price Ngom
bribes the customs men not to make checks,” says Bienvenu. Guinean
shopkeepers use the services for their legitimate trade, and it’s the
perfect cover for illegal immigrants who “pay 20,000 francs extra to blend
into the background.”

Travellers heading for South Africa go through Gabon, where Ngom can put
them in the hands of a colleague who “thanks to his highly placed contacts
with the authorities, can get them through the border post at Ambam.” The
Gabonese immigration police are the illegals’ worst nightmare. Ivorian Vié
was arrested in Libreville: “I was sent back on the first cargo ship bound
for West Africa.”

I am told that on leaving Douala, your best bet is to take the bus to
Yaoundé, then Bertoua in east Cameroon. At the border post in Congo Brazza,
you can buy a visa for 60,000 francs, and the town of Ouesso is just on the
other side. To save money, Emeka, a Nigerian professional footballer, used
bribes and charm: “At each border post, I put on my football strip and
explained to the policemen that I was off to play for the AS Vital Club in
Kinshasa. That made them well disposed towards me.” Emeka set off to achieve
his football dream in 2006 with “football boots and jersey, a toothbrush and
a credit card”. He made it to Ouesso, but still had to get through the
virgin forest by bus as far as Brazzaville, a month’s journey that was
“indescribable ... I ate mangoes and oranges. When I got there I was
shattered.” Some 3,000 km from Douala he eventually reached the next staging
post on the journey: Beach Ngobila in the Democratic Republic of the Congo
(DRC).


The chaotic energy of Africa


On a June morning, Beach Ngobila, Kinshasa’s first land border, by the brown
waters of the Congo, is busy with soldiers and traders with rickety
wheelbarrows. All the chaotic energy of Africa, just come across the river
in a boat, is pressing in front of Louis, an immigration officer. He later
tells me: “The ‘Westaffs’ come through Beach en masse, but if they turn up
without a visa, they get sent back.”

The reality is slightly different: “The 20 or so immigration officers who
work at Beach Ngobila earn $200 a month, which is a pittance,” says David
Lelu, a consultant with the IOM in Kinshasa. “So they let people through,
and each officer averages an extra $500 a day, three days a week.” According
to Lelu, this vast system of corruption is one of the few things that
actually work in the DRC: “Immigration officers give their superiors a cut,”
all the way up to the presidency.

Twenty or so people smugglers enjoy almost official status in Beach Ngobila:
“There were about a hundred of us a couple of years ago, but they had a
purge,” says a former civil servant at the interior ministry who switched to
clandestine activities in 2004: “Usually a smuggler based in Brazza calls me
to say he’s got ten men coming in to Beach. I can spot the West Africans
easily: they’re between 18 and 30, they travel light, and they’re so
traumatised by the journey that they look like they’ve escaped from a war
zone.”

For each one he gets through he asks between “$500 and $1,000, depending on
their resources. Then I pay the policemen a commission of $200 to $1,000
according to their rank.” He gets 150 people through each year, so Beach
Ngobila is more like a sieve than a filter. There are also dozens of small
ports outside the town where migrants disguised as fishermen land in dugouts
after dark. “Almost as soon as they arrive, the West Africans are taken in
by a host family. Ethnic and tribal ties are very strong,” especially in the
dark alleyways around the Grand Marché.

Toughened by repeated round-ups by the authorities, “the community stands
firm around its illegal immigrants” says Coulibaly Bouya, leader of
Kinshasa’s Mali community. Integrated, speaking Lingaga, living by doing odd
jobs such as selling roast meat or mending shoes, travellers save up to take
to the road again. “This journey is just pain and shit,” says Bouya. Many
men are trafficked into the diamond provinces in North Lunda in Angola. The
few girls, mainly Congolese, die slowly in the brothels of Luanda. More
migrants now know about the rape, the torture and mass expulsions, and so
aim for South Africa.

Emeka the Nigerian put on his football boots again in 2010 and headed for
Johannesburg. As the roads were impassable, he flew to Lubumbashi on the
Zambian border. He was arrested and “spent seven months in prison before
being transferred to the migrants’ detention centre in Kinshasa.” “It’s
effectively a prison,” Lelu says. “It’s impossible to get access to it, even
with permission from the Pope.” Emeka suffered “two more months of
internment without seeing daylight.” Then he was freed after the
intervention of an “unknown visitor who spoke English” and paid $250 to
secure his release. “I never saw him again.”

Emeka, now 29, his eyes deadened by suffering, has given up his dream of
becoming a footballer and makes a living by buying and selling motorcycle
parts. Looking back on his six years of wandering, he realises he made some
“bad decisions” and that “Nigeria is better, much better than Congo.” Caught
between the humiliation of going back and fear of travelling on, he is just
one of many crushed in pursuit of their dreams. “It’s a game of poker:
either you become a hero or you end up having your humanity negated,” says
Michael Tschantz, the IOM’s head of mission in Kinshasa. Already lost, “many
simply prefer to disappear.”


Toward the southern cities


Those fleeing central Africa fly to Lubumbashi, capital of DRC’s southern
Katanga province and point of entry to the southern countries. “Everybody
goes through the border post at Kasumbalesa,” says a Congolese people
smuggler. “For $250, I can take them by bus through Lusaka, Harare and on to
Johannesburg in two days.” The straight line the motorway takes through the
savannah bends as it approaches South Africa’s biggest city and the towers
of the Central Business District stand out against the blue sky. The bus
leaves the N1 and winds its way through a series of avenues before stopping
at the bus terminus.

Parktown North, a working class district, is nearby. Marc Gbaffou is on the
phone in his huge apartment, trying to extricate his younger brother from a
police check. Benefitting from legislation favourable to political refugees,
Congolese, Somalis and Zimbabweans find it easy to get into South Africa.
Not so West Africans: “They’re taken to the police station without even
being asked for their papers,” says Gbaffou, who represents the Ivorian
community He arrived in 1997, began by selling vegetables, and is now an
agrifood engineer. He keeps repeating that his success was an exception. “In
general, migrants don’t manage to realise their dream here. But they get
over it. South Africa is the marriage of love and reason.”

That union is most often consummated in the Yeoville district, where in the
shade of gloomy buildings, an army of watchmen, artisans, masons and barbers
seek their place in the sun, while tens of thousands of others have gone off
to the mines or forests of Northern Cape or Kwazulu-Natal. A labour force
voluntarily on the margins of the system is cheap and flexible. “They’re
accused of undermining social standards,” says Aurélia Segatti, a researcher
on the Southern African Migration Programme at the University of
Witwatersrand. “Foreigners are the scapegoats for popular frustrations.” A
2008 opinion poll by the World Values Survey (
<http://mondediplo.com/2012/11/14african-immigration#nb5> 5) found that
South Africa was the most xenophobic country on the planet.

Those in power act accordingly: “The battle against document fraud has been
stepped up, biometrics brought in, expulsions increased. In 15 years, 2.5
million foreigners have been expelled,” Segatti tells me. “The authorities
have never taken migration’s economic dimension into account.” This nation,
which claims emerging power status, is unable to handle the consequences.
And African “brothers” who, from Nigerian charitable missions to Mozambican
tax contributions, helped support the ANC’s struggle against apartheid, feel
bitter. Some consider trying their luck in Europe or the US. “There’s a
stubborn tendency to nurture the dream by keeping travelling forever,” says
Marc Gbaffou. “My role is to tell them that they’re not going to find
anything better elsewhere.”

Emilio Sie believes the rainbow nation has become “the country of maturity”.
This Ivoirian garage-owner has seen his business prosper in the past decade.
He talks about his “1.2m rand house in Germiston”, his three children at
private school and the credit his bank manager gives him “whenever I pick up
the phone.” “The adventure is over,” he says. Sie makes business trips “to
India, Angola, and also Malaysia... It’s true — I travel every month. I
can’t just sit still and do nothing.” His 10 employees, all immigrants, are
repairing the bodywork of a collective taxi. Perhaps this is Sie’s destiny:
he has never really got the journey out of his system.

African migration in figures

* 19.3m: estimated number of international migrants in Africa in 2010
* 11.1m: estimated number of people displaced within their own country
in Africa, end of 2010
* 2.3m: estimated number of refugees in Africa, end of 2010
* 1.9%: international migrants in Africa as a percentage of the total
population
* 46.8%: percentage of international migrants in Africa who are women

Source: International Organization for Migration

 
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