Eliana Thélémaque, yon lòt viktim nan vyolans ki fin detwi Ayiti. Li pa t yon kriminèl, li pa t yon menas pou pèsonn, li te jis yon manman ki t ap eseye leve pitit li nan yon peyi kote sekirite pa egziste ankò. Men nan yon kote kote inosan pa gen pwoteksyon, li pèdi lavi li. Dènye moman li yo te pi mal pase yon kochma, kote li te fòse gade mechan yo rache pitit li nan bra li epi boule l vivan. Yo kite li poukont li, abandone l san èd, san espwa, jiskaske lanmò vin chèche li.
Nan Kenscoff, gang Viv Ansanm komèt yon zak mechanste ki depase limit. Yo pran yon tibebe de mwa epi boule l devan je manman li. Sa a pa t yon senp krim, sa a se te yon zak laterè ki ta dwe fè tout nasyon an leve kanpe. Men apre tout sa, anyen pa fèt. Pa gen arestasyon, pa gen jistis, pa gen okenn otorite ki leve vwa yo pou kondane sa. Jis yon lòt krim ki pase epi tout moun kontinye jete dlo sou li, tankou lavi sa yo pa gen enpòtans.
Moun ki toujou ap di gouvènman an koripsyon se yo menm ki pi gwo kriminèl yo. Yo mache nan lari a, yo fè moun kwè yo ap goumen pou pèp la, men se pòch yo ase y ap plen. Yo kenbe yon nasyon antye kòm otaj, y ap pran tout richès peyi a pandan y ap pretann se liberatè yo ye.
E gouvènman an, kote li nan tout sa? Otorite yo pi okipe ak prepare kanaval pase yo okipe sekirite moun yo. Yo konnen byen, osi lontan ke pèp la ap danse epi jwi, pesonn pa ap mande poukisa timoun yo ap mouri, poukisa manman yo ap abandone san sekou.
Menm pi gwo mafya yo te konn gen prensip, fanm ak timoun pa t dwe viktim, men jodi a, Ayiti pa gen okenn règ. Bandi yo pa gen limit, yo pa gen konsyans, yo pa gen pitye.
Eliana pèdi plis pase pitit li jou sa a, li pèdi tout espwa li. Nan yon peyi kote lanmò vin nòmal, kote chak jou gen plis viktim, li te jis yon lòt non moun pral bliye. Li mache ak lapenn li, san pèsonn pa wè li, jiskaske chay doulè a fini ak li. Li pa t sèlman viktim men kriminèl yo, li te viktim yon peyi ki sispann bat pou lavi li.
Kiyès ki touye li, gang yo wi, men tou gouvènman ki kite sa fèt, otorite ki fèmen je yo pandan pèp la ap peri. Yon gouvènman ki pa pwoteje, ki pa pini, ki pa ede, ki pa bay jistis. Yon gouvènman ki gade moun ap mouri epi li vire do l.
Jiska kilè n ap aksepte sa? Konbyen lòt non n ap ajoute sou lis lanmò a anvan pèp la leve kanpe? Konbyen lòt lavi inosan n ap pèdi anvan nou di ase?
Pou lapolis, kote sèman nou fè pou nou pwoteje pèp la? Pou politisyen yo, kote lidèchip nou? Pou kominote entènasyonal la, kote angajman nou pou defann dwa moun? Pou pèp Ayiti, ki lè nou pral leve kanpe epi di, sa sifi?
Eliana ale, pitit li ale, men istwa yo rete. Kri yo p ap ka inyore, soufrans yo p ap ale pou gremesi. Sa a pa jis yon lòt trajedi, sa a se yon apèl pou aksyon, yon rèl pou jistis, yon apèl pou pèp la leve kanpe epi reprann Ayiti. Kesyon an se, kiyès ki gen kouraj pou reponn?
Nòt anba paj: Dat egzak kote tibebe Eliana Thélémaque a te mouri pa klèman mansyone nan sous ki disponib yo. Sepandan, rapò yo montre ke Eliana te mouri nan dat 14 fevriye 2025, apeprè de semèn apre mechan yo te asasinen pitit li. Sa vle di krim sa a ta ka fèt nan fen janvye oswa kòmansman fevriye 2025.
Eliana Thélémaque and Her Baby: A Tragic Reminder of Haiti’s Never-Ending Nightmare
Eliana Thélémaque, another soul swallowed by the merciless tide of violence that has overtaken Haiti. She was not a fighter, not a criminal, not a threat to anyone, just a mother trying to raise her child in a land where safety no longer exists. But in a country where innocence offers no protection, she paid the ultimate price. Her final moments were a nightmare beyond words, forced to witness the unthinkable as ruthless men tore her two-month-old baby from her arms and threw him into the flames. Left with nothing but agony, she was abandoned, discarded like her life meant nothing, left to fade away in a place where death comes easy and justice never comes at all.
In Kenscoff, the murderers of Viv Ansanm committed an act so vile that it defies all logic, all humanity. A helpless infant, an innocent soul, was tossed into flames while his mother, powerless, screamed in agony. This was not just murder, it was pure evil, the kind of horror that should shake an entire nation to its core. And yet, after the ashes settled, there was nothing. No arrests, no outrage from the so-called leaders, no justice, not even a hand extended to comfort a grieving mother. Just silence, indifference, and a country too broken to even mourn its dead.
Where are those who claim to fight for the people, the same ones who shout about corruption while lining their pockets with the blood of the innocent. They march through the streets pretending to be revolutionaries, but they are nothing more than parasites, feeding off the suffering of their own people. They hold an entire nation hostage, pretending to liberate when all they truly free is their own greed.
And the government, where are they in all of this. Too busy planning carnival, too focused on keeping the people entertained because they know the truth, as long as the masses are distracted, they can get away with anything. As long as there is music, as long as there is dancing, no one will ask why children are being slaughtered, why mothers are being left to die in the streets.
Even criminals used to have a code. Even the mafia, a network built on blood, once drew a line, women and children were off-limits, but when you are dealing with pure, unfiltered evil, there are no rules, no boundaries, no honor. These gangs answer to nothing, to no one, and they have turned Haiti into a lawless abyss where innocence is a death sentence.
Eliana lost more than her child that day, she lost the very essence of what it means to hope. In a country where death is as common as the sunrise, where violence is no longer news but routine, she became another statistic, another name whispered in grief before being drowned out by the next tragedy. She carried her sorrow through the streets, unnoticed, unseen, a mother without a child, a woman without a future, until the weight of it all crushed her. She was not just killed by the hands of the criminals who tore her world apart, she was killed by the indifference of a nation that has learned to live with horror, that has accepted suffering as normal, that has stopped fighting for its own survival.
Who killed her, the gang members who pulled the trigger, yes, but also the state that let it happen, the so-called leaders who do nothing while their people perish. A government that does not protect, does not punish, does not help, and does not deliver justice. A government that watches its citizens die and looks the other way.
But how much longer will we accept this, how many more names must be added to this list before action is taken, how many more innocent lives must be lost before the Haitian people rise up and say enough. To the police, where is your duty, your honor, your oath to serve and protect. To the politicians, where is your leadership, your responsibility to the people you swore to govern. To the international community, where is your intervention, your outrage, your commitment to defending human rights. To the people of Haiti, when will you say, no more.
Eliana is gone, her baby is gone, but their story remains. Their cries will not be ignored, their suffering will not be in vain. This is not just another tragedy to be forgotten, this is a call to action, a demand for justice, a plea for a nation to wake up and take back its soul. The real question is, will anyone have the courage to answer.
Footnote: The specific date of the tragic murder of Eliana Thélémaque’s baby is not explicitly mentioned in the available sources. However, reports indicate that Eliana passed away on February 14, 2025, approximately two weeks after the brutal killing of her infant. This suggests that the baby’s murder occurred around late January or early February 2025.
