People called it a coffin affair, as if the problem was the object itself
In the gold-dusted hills of Ituri, northeastern Democratic Republic of Congo, a deadly Ebola strain for which no vaccine exists is spreading not only through bodies but through the deeper wound of broken trust. Mongbwalu, a town shaped by decades of state abandonment and conflict, finds itself at the centre of the country's 17th Ebola outbreak — where denial and disbelief have become as dangerous as the virus itself. With 204 confirmed dead, the World Health Organization declaring an international emergency, and the disease already crossing into Uganda, the crisis reveals how thoroughly a society must be failed before it stops believing in its own emergencies.
- The Bundibugyo strain of Ebola — with no vaccine and no treatment — has killed 204 people across DR Congo, with 88 deaths concentrated in the single town of Mongbwalu, and the true toll is almost certainly higher than official figures reflect.
- A catastrophic early misstep allowed the virus to spread unchecked for weeks: a body transported across deteriorating roads, a damaged coffin, and a provincial lab that failed to identify Ebola — forcing samples to travel nearly 1,800 kilometres to Kinshasa before the outbreak was even named.
- Community denial runs deep and is not irrational — rooted in generations of state neglect and conflict, many residents believe the disease is a 'mystical malady' or a government fabrication, causing them to avoid hospitals and continue burial practices that accelerate transmission.
- Healthcare workers operate in full hazard suits but wash their hands in plastic buckets; testing capacity is severely limited; and the mobile networks of miners, traders, and merchants moving through Ituri's mineral economy are carrying the virus across provincial and national borders.
- The WHO has declared an international emergency as the outbreak spreads into Uganda, while local voices — a 26-year-old woman who has watched neighbours die and a traditional healer who fears denial more than the disease — struggle to convince their community that what is happening is real.
Laureine Sakiya is one of the few people in Mongbwalu willing to say the word aloud. She has watched neighbours die of Ebola. But in this town in northeastern Democratic Republic of Congo, her certainty is almost lonely.
Mongbwalu sits at the centre of the country's 17th Ebola outbreak, fractured between two forms of disbelief: some residents condemn the government's response as inadequate, while others deny the disease exists at all. Both positions grow from the same ground — decades of neglect, cycles of conflict, and a population that has learned not to trust what authorities tell them. The Bundibugyo strain, which has no vaccine and no treatment, has killed 204 people nationwide. In Mongbwalu alone, 88 of 322 suspected cases have ended in death. Yet even as the virus spreads to neighbouring provinces and crosses into Uganda — prompting the WHO to declare an international emergency — many residents remain unconvinced.
The outbreak's origin reveals how confusion can accelerate catastrophe. The first suspected case died in Bunia, the provincial capital, and his family transported the body home to Mongbwalu. The journey on deteriorating roads damaged the coffin, exposing the corpse. When samples were tested at a provincial laboratory, Ebola was not identified. It took nearly 1,800 kilometres of travel — samples sent all the way to Kinshasa — before confirmation arrived and the outbreak was finally named. By then, the damage was done.
Civil society leader Jonathan Imbalapay recalls residents calling it a 'coffin affair,' as if the problem were the object rather than what it contained. Some believed they faced a supernatural affliction. These are not irrational conclusions — they are the logic of communities abandoned by their state, with no reason to trust its warnings now.
At the local hospital, healthcare workers move in full hazard suits and rinse walls with chlorine — but wash their hands in plastic buckets. Doctors Without Borders has provided isolation tents, yet testing capacity remains severely limited. MSF coordinator Florent Uzzeni has said plainly that the official death toll is almost certainly too low and that the infrastructure to understand the outbreak's true scope simply does not exist.
Sakiya, 26, knows what she needs: vaccines. But there are none to bring. Adam Hussein, a representative for the town's traditional faith healers, fears that denial will kill more people than the virus itself. Every person who refuses to believe, who avoids the hospital, who insists on traditional burial practices, becomes a vector — spreading the disease further through the network of miners, traders, and merchants who move constantly through Ituri's mineral-rich landscape. What happens next depends partly on whether voices like Sakiya's can convince their neighbours that what they are witnessing is real.
Laureine Sakiya is one of the few residents of Mongbwalu willing to say the word aloud: Ebola is real. She has watched neighbours die. She has seen the disease take shape in front of her. But in this town in northeastern Democratic Republic of Congo, nestled a hundred kilometres from Uganda and twice that from the unstable border with South Sudan, her certainty is almost lonely.
Mongbwalu sits at the centre of the country's 17th Ebola outbreak, and it is a place fractured between two forms of disbelief. Some people criticise the government's response as inadequate. Others deny the disease exists at all. Both positions have roots in the same soil: decades of state neglect, cycles of conflict, and a population that has learned not to trust what authorities tell them. The Bundibugyo strain of Ebola, which has no vaccine and no treatment, has killed 204 people across the country so far. In Mongbwalu alone, 88 of the 322 suspected cases have ended in death. Yet even as the virus spreads to neighbouring provinces and crosses into Uganda—prompting the World Health Organization to declare an international emergency—many residents remain unconvinced that any of this is happening.
The outbreak's origin story reveals how confusion and distance can accelerate a crisis. The first suspected case appeared in Bunia, the provincial capital, nearly 80 kilometres away. When the patient died, his family brought the body home to Mongbwalu. The journey on roads notorious for their deterioration damaged the coffin, exposing the corpse to the air and to anyone who came near it. Local leaders and some residents wanted to burn the damaged casket. But when samples were tested at a provincial laboratory, Ebola was not identified. The disease spread unchecked. It took nearly 1,800 kilometres of travel—samples sent all the way to the biomedical research laboratory in Kinshasa, the capital—before confirmation arrived and the outbreak was finally named.
By then, the damage was done. Jonathan Imbalapay, a civil society leader in Mongbwalu, recalls the early days with a phrase that captures the town's bewilderment: people called it a "coffin affair," as if the problem was the object itself rather than what it contained. Some residents believed they were facing a "mystical malady," a supernatural affliction rather than a virus. These are not irrational responses from people living in isolation; they are the logical conclusions of communities that have been abandoned by their state and have no reason to believe its warnings now.
At the local hospital, a modest structure set among trees and high grass, healthcare workers move in full hazard suits, their faces hidden behind masks and goggles. They rinse floors and walls with chlorine. But they wash their hands in plastic buckets—a detail that speaks to the scale of the response's inadequacy. Doctors Without Borders has provided tents to isolate suspected patients. Local aid groups are present. Yet the capacity to test people remains severely limited. Florent Uzzeni, an MSF coordinator based in Bunia, has said plainly that the official death toll is almost certainly too low, that the epidemic is "out of the ordinary," and that the infrastructure to understand its true scope simply does not exist.
Sakiya, 26 years old, knows what she needs. "The authorities need to bring us vaccines," she told reporters. But there is nothing to bring. Adam Hussein, a 35-year-old representative for the town's traditional faith healers, has expressed his own fear: that denial will kill more people than the virus itself. "I worry about those who say that this disease is invented," he said. His worry is not abstract. Every person who refuses to believe, who avoids the hospital, who insists on traditional burial practices, becomes a vector. Every day of delay between infection and diagnosis is a day the virus spreads further into the network of gold-diggers, hawkers, and travelling merchants who move constantly through Ituri's mineral-rich landscape. The outbreak has already crossed borders. What happens next depends partly on whether people like Sakiya can convince their neighbours that what they are seeing is real.
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The authorities need to bring us vaccines— Laureine Sakiya, 26, resident of Mongbwalu
I worry about those who say that this disease is invented— Adam Hussein, representative for Mongbwalu's traditional faith healers
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Why does it matter that people in Mongbwalu initially thought this was something supernatural rather than a virus?
Because belief shapes behaviour. If you think you're facing a mystical affliction, you might turn to traditional healers or avoid the hospital entirely. You might handle the dead differently. You might not take precautions. The virus doesn't care what you call it, but your actions do.
The coffin story seems almost incidental to the outbreak itself. Why does it matter so much?
It's not incidental at all. It's the moment when the disease could have been named and contained, but wasn't. A damaged coffin, a failed test at a provincial lab, and suddenly the virus spreads unchecked for weeks. It's the gap between what happened and what people understood to be happening.
You mention that people distrust the state. Is that distrust reasonable?
Completely. Decades of neglect and conflict don't create suspicion out of nowhere. When authorities finally show up with warnings about a disease, after years of abandonment, why would you believe them? The distrust is earned.
But that distrust is now killing people.
Yes. That's the tragedy. The state's failures created the conditions for disbelief, and now disbelief is accelerating the outbreak. People are caught between two forms of abandonment: by their government, and now by a virus their government can't help them fight.
What would change people's minds?
Probably only seeing it themselves, like Sakiya did. Watching someone die. But by then it's too late. The virus has already moved on to the next person, the next town.