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Once a stopover, Mali town becomes frontline destination for displaced people

The town of S茅var茅 sits along Mali's de facto border with a region now controlled by Tuareg separatists. At a camp there, displaced people speak cautiously about why they fled.

By Derek Henry Flood , Contributor
S茅var茅, Mali

This crossroads town once at Mali鈥檚 center has become the country鈥檚 de facto northern border since Tuareg separatists and Islamist rebels staged an uprising in late March, partitioning off the northern two-thirds of the republic and renaming it Azawad.聽

Traditionally a stopover for long-distance truck and bus traffic bound for Timbuktu and Gao to the north, S茅var茅 and the nearby tourist destination of Mopti are becoming a frontline destination, particularly for internally displaced peoples (IDPs) from the rebel-controlled regions of Kidal, Gao, and Timbuktu.聽Men who made a living by interacting with European adventurers are now queuing up for food staples donated by Western aid agencies. They sit astride a critical new geopolitical fault line where, so far, the international community has failed to take any substantial action.

Some are able to stay with members of their extended family聽in Mopti Region, while others head south to Bamako in search of more opportunities. Those who can't do either make their homes in canvas tents in a former truck drivers鈥 hostel. Next door is a municipal complex where local functionaries of this rump administration file paperwork under humming fluorescent lights.

The local authorities said they had no knowledge of the state-of-play in Mopti Region, of which they have lost partial control to the National Movement for the Liberation of Azawad (MNLA).

Both ECOWAS, the West African economic bloc, and the African Union have warned about the global security implications of letting the Azawad issue fester, to no avail. The United Nations Security Council rebuffed the pan-African initiative to get approval for a military intervention, led by Burkina Faso and Niger.

According to a June 15 report from Agence France-Presse, the UN claimed it lacked sufficient details on the crisis and the possible logistics for a military聽intervention, even as its own High Commissioner for Refugees is in the midst of an appeal to stem the unceasing refugee outflow from the area that more than 300,000 Malians have already fled, with more en route.

Permission was hesitantly granted to this reporter to visit the IDP camp with a minder from the Ministry of Internal Defense and Civil Protection. 海角大神 was given very limited access to speak to IDPs under the assigned minder鈥檚 watchful gaze. The sole figure in any authority was a doctor from M茅decins Sans Fronti猫res-Belgium (MSF), who treated patients in a makeshift clinic. When asked about common maladies afflicting those fleeing northern Mali, the doctor nervously said that he was not in a position to speak officially, suggesting contacting MSF鈥檚 offices instead.

A male elder named Doumbe from the southeastern quarter of Timbuktu region was appointed as the camp鈥檚 semi-official spokesman. Seated on a deep red carpet with a fan fluttering overhead, Doumbe explained that he left his village near the frontier with Gao region in part because he had the means to. He painted a scene of misery for those left behind, destitute and with little or no food left in the village stores. The minder would not let Doumbe speak to this reporter without supervision, and when this reporter attempted an unapproved interview with another male IDP, the very limited tour of the wind-blown facility was brought to an end.

In a red dirt courtyard, the Monitor met with a group of Songhai-speaking men who say they left Timbuktu in fear of their lives.聽

Idrissa had been a proprietor of a modest neighborhood shop in Timbuktu until he finally heeded his family鈥檚 pleas in early May to join them further south and made off for S茅var茅.聽Now an IDP bereft of income, he receives ration cards from USAID and Catholic Relief Services.聽

Retelling the story of his journey south, Idrissa said that as he crossed through a checkpoint run by the Salafi-Islamist group Ansar Eddine, one of the men questioned Idrissa鈥檚 reasons for leaving the territory the group "liberated" from the Malian government along with the MNLA. A turbaned fighter told him: 鈥淸Azawad] is your country. There is no need to leave.鈥澛

Clearly Idrissa disagreed.聽He described the tug of war in the early weeks of the rebellion between the ethno-nationalist Tuareg MNLA and Ansar Eddine, which claims its goal is to enforce Islamic stricture. 鈥淭he MNLA was looting vehicles coming in and out of the city until they were intimidated by Ansar Eddine to stop," he said. Ansar Eddine eventually gained the upper hand and took control of the main towns in Azawad, leaving the MNLA to control the peripheries of the self-declared state.聽

Ansar Eddine tried to market itself as a 鈥減rotective force鈥 that would, in theory, defend Timbuktu from a possible reconquest by the Malian government forces, competing rebels, and bandits.聽

Another man, Moussa, had been a tour guide in Timbuktu before tourism evaporated in the wake of a brazen kidnapping of a group of Western travelers from a popular cafe in November. One of the tourists, a German, was killed after resisting. Moussa lived off his savings for another month before heading south. Now he, like Idrissa, is in S茅var茅,聽reliant on ration cards and unsure of what the next day will bring.

Although he was pushed out of his home by bearded men claiming to be the new stewards of orthodox Sunni Islam in Azawad, Moussa is a devout Muslim.聽For him,聽the Tuaregs' ethnic and nationalist agenda was the bigger issue. As a Songhai,聽who actually far outnumber the Tuareg in the three northern regions, he doesn't speak Tamasheq, the indigenous tongue of Mali鈥檚 Tuareg warrior-nomads.

鈥淩eally, language is the biggest difficulty. I don鈥檛 feel safe to go back there [Timbuktu] as a Songhai [speaker],"聽Moussa said, slouching in his chair as the sun dipped below the communal compound鈥檚 chestnut-colored walls. At the conclusion of the interview,聽Moussa cleaned the red soil off his feet and prostrated on a blue straw mat as the聽evening call to prayer resounded through the squat, mud brick city.