The following excerpt is taken from Vincent Ndandula and Jim Bertsche, “An open Bible at rebel headquarters,” in The Jesus Tribe: Grace stories from Congo’s Mennonites, 1912-2012 ed. Rod Hollinger-Janzen, Nancy Myers and Jim Bertsche (Elkhart, IN: Institute of Mennonite Studies, 2012): 82-87. Co-published with the Institute for the Study of Global Anabaptism.
By the time Pierre Mulele and his Jeunesse rebels swept through Bandundu Province, church authority was being passed from missionary to Congolese hands, leaving a new young team of Congolese officers in charge. Samuel Kakesa, the first Congolese legal representative of Mennonite Church of Congo, lived in Mukedi, where he had been born in 1936. His parents, Rebecca Gavunji and Jacob Gasala, were part of the Christian community.
As the legal link between his church and the Congo government, Kakesa carried great responsibility. Among other things, because the government was still subsidizing school programs and teachers’ salaries, large sums of money moved regularly through his hands for disbursement in Bandundu Province. To keep in daily touch with the other seven mission posts of Africa Inter-Mennonite Mission, Kakesa had a shortwave radio in his home.
“That is correct,” Kakesa replied.
Though handing over the radio would leave him without contact with the outside world, Kakesa was powerless to block them. He stood by as they entered his home, gathered up the transmitter and battery, and climbed a couple of palm trees to retrieve the antenna.
A few weeks later the rebels were back, saying Commander Mulele wanted to meet him. With no choice but to obey, Samuel bade his wife Françoise and children farewell and began the several-day trek to their bush headquarters.
Tapping a packet of letters on his desk, Mulele said that he’d been receiving complaints from various teachers accusing Samuel of failing to deliver their salaries on time. The commander was investigating the matter.
Kakesa tried to explain that since the rebels had overrun their area, all contact with the church headquarters at Tshikapa in the next province had been cut off. While he was sure that the salaries were being held for the teachers, there was no way to transfer the funds to him in rebel-held Bandundu Province.
Noncommittal, Mulele informed him that for the time being he was a prisoner in their camp and that Mulele would talk to him again about the matter.
The rebel camp was built around a large quadrangle of cleared bush land. Along one side was the commander’s office and workspace. Two sides were shelters for resident rebels. Along another side was the rebel “jail,” small cubicles fashioned out of sticks and thatch with dirt floors and a single rudimentary bench serving as both bed (84) and place to sit. Through the cracks Kakesa watched the bustling activities at the rebel headquarters. Teams were constantly arriving with looted goods and with people they’d brought for questioning or worse. Kakesa soon discovered that the rebels imposed harsh punishment on all accused of opposing the Jeunesse movement. Now and again he witnessed, through the cracks, someone being put to death.
A week or so after his arrival, a surprise visitor appeared in the camp, someone he knew from Mukedi. The visitor got permission to pass Samuel a change of clothing sent by his father. In the brief time they had together, the messenger passed news from home and quietly told him that in his little packet of clothing, his father had hidden Kakesa’s Gipende New Testament.
Days were passing. Kakesa was becoming increasingly restless, all the while pondering the packet of letters of false accusations lying on Mulele’s desk. Then one day he heard the sound of familiar voices of church colleagues in other places! Was he hallucinating? He quickly understood that across the quadrangle some of the rebels were tinkering with the shortwave radio they had confiscated from his home weeks earlier, and they had stumbled on the frequency that the Africa Inter-Mennonite Mission stations used for their regular noon communication. He was indeed hearing, in the middle of the rebel camp, familiar voices of his co-workers from other areas.
“Tomorrow at noon, go with me over to that shed where you put the shortwave radio taken from my home, and I’ll prove that I’m telling the truth.” Mulele agreed.
Breathing a word of silent prayer that today, of all days, reception would be clear and that a Tshikapa missionary would be at the radio, Kakesa settled into a chair, adjusted dials, cradled the familiar microphone in his hand as he had done so often in his own home, and began to use the call letters for Tshikapa.
Next morning Samuel was invited to the commander’s office and shown a table with a typewriter and a bundle of handwritten notes. Kakesa became Mulele’s typist and settled into a routine. He was good at this, so his thoughts often wandered as his fingers accomplished the assignments of the day. But one day he found himself typing out detailed instructions on how to dig a trench across a road and then camouflage it. There were also instructions on the most efficient way to set fire to a building of permanent materials and how to coerce a reluctant village chief to provide whatever was being demanded of him.
Escape was impossible. Open confrontation with Mulele in that setting would only invite death. Nonetheless he determined to find some way to signal that he had not renounced his faith or his God.
That evening he went to his shelter, took his New Testament out of hiding, and made his way along a winding path leading away from the camp. He sat on a fallen log and read and prayed. This became his evening routine.
One day the inevitable happened. Some passing rebels found him and hurried off to report to Mulele. Though Kakesa knew he’d (86) been found, he decided not to change his practice. He would place himself in God’s hands in this godless place and entrust his life to God.
Only a few evenings later Kakesa was on his log, reading his New Testament and praying, when he heard approaching footsteps. He turned to find Commander Mulele himself looking down at him. For a long moment their eyes locked, then Mulele turned on his heel and returned to his camp. Neither had said a word.
Kakesa knew full well that if Mulele chose to consider him a traitor to the rebel cause, he could be put to death before dark. But dusk fell and there was no summons. He made his way back to his hut.
What had stayed the hand of the commander as he looked at Kakesa with his open New Testament in hand? Was it memory of his earlier years, when Mulele had briefly studied for the Catholic priesthood? Was it a momentary acknowledgment of a power higher than him or his movement?
Kakesa eventually was able to leave the rebel camp and resume his role of leadership in his church, despite the Jeunesse rebellion. In the process he became a major force and eventually contributed to the defeat of the Bandundu rebellion.
Thus began a new chapter of Kakesa’s engagement in the service of his church and his community. Samuel Kakesa threw himself into organizing the administration of the entire community’s operations. He regularly took trips on the tiny planes of the Mission Aviation Fellowship to make legal arrangements for the establishment of new schools. Although he was often called a pastor because of his work, which reflected his good Christian qualities, he was a layperson. He succeeded in reconciling the duties confided to him by the church and the demands of the government, especially in the area of education.
At the end of his mandate, he resigned humbly the position of the church’s legal representative and became an ordinary member of his parish. Each time the church had need of him, he always rose to the challenge. One of his children recalled that Kakesa often lost sleep while seeking solutions to the church’s problems, even though he no longer had a formal position in his community. After having suffered from diabetes for a long time, Kakesa died in June 2000 in Kikwit. The church recognized in him the culture of peace, the sense of pardon, and especially the concern for the unity of the church.