Dryas monkey: Critically Endangered? Not anymore.

We are in the era of imminent extinctions. How does something almost gone become — well — not almost gone ?

Discovering abundance is a lot of foot-slogging, balance and sweat.

Future abundance belongs to animals in the human shadow: cockroaches, rats…. For most animals the future is shrinking: dung-beetles, honeyguides, okapi and on and on. Chain-saws, bottom trawls, John Deere tractors, bucket wheel excavators, dynamite, tarmac… Animals are slipping from Vulnerable, to Endangered and worse.

Two patrol teams before launch

Two biomonitoring patrols in the Lomami National Park before they split to follow their separate circuits from way-point to way-point.

So, it is a joy when TL2 explorations make enough widespread observations to pull a species from the Extinction waiting room.

This is the story of the Dryas monkey:

In 2008 the IUCN CITES Red List assigned Cercopithecus dryas the dire status of “critically endangered”. Human knowledge gave it only one small bit of rainforest on the globe: Kokolopori-Wamba.

In 2014 a freshly killed monkey was hung out for sale 400 km to the southeast in the village of Likanjo, near our base at Bafundo. Our field staff JP Kapale and Henri Silegowa did not recognize it. John Hart agreed, this was new.

Bafundo moneky 2014

This was the female monkey hung out for sale.

After seven years of exploring the TL2 forests, how could something new turn up now?

According to the hunter who put the female Dryas up for sale: the Inoko (local name) is too small to send to market. Most hunter’s have never followed it. It’s usually hidden low in the forest in a tangle of lianas.

In fact it is the smallest monkey in the Cercopithecus genus, and probably the most secretive.

John drilled the Bafundo field base patrol teams. This is what we are looking for and this is where we will look. By the end of that year, 2014, the teams had found Inoko in two more locations, both in the park, one on the edge of the Lomami River. But no good photos…the monkeys had hidden in dense understory and sat immobile.

C dryas distribution

Inoko occured in two widely separated sites, in each area it has been sighted in several places spread up to 50 km from each other.

Daniel Alempijevic, a graduate student from Kate Detwiler’s primate lab at Florida Atlantic University, came in October 2016. He set up camera trap columns near Bafundo and at one of the sites in the Park, Bartho. The cameras surveyed different heights in the forest: ground, understory and canopy. Daniel got videos of Inoko at both sites.

The TL2 project assistant Koko Bisimwa went through the 2019 arboreal videos and produced a clip of several camera trap sequences.

In November 2016, John called team leaders from a number of patrol posts to Bafundo. Everyone should be looking out for Inoko. Daniel and his TL2 assistant Pablo showed a video clip of Inoko and a hand held photo Pablo had taken.

Team leaders came to Bafundo to hear about Inoko from Daniel, Pablo and John.

Jean Marie Bushiri, field camp leader for Djekoshilo, returned south and called together the hunters. This part of the TL2 area has a different ethnic group, Bangengele not Balanga, and importantly it is a very different forest: Sand soils with little clay, flooded prairies, gallery forest and “scrub” forest as well as high forest. But some of the hunters said they knew the monkey in the photos Jean Marie showed.

Jean Marie told them the Dryas monkey was totally protected — NO shooting, — please, no dead animals. Nevertheless, anyone who saw an Inoko and could describe the place in detail for verification, would get a bar of soap. The first report came in 2017, but there were no photos and it could not be substantiated. Then, in 2018, the chief took blurry telephone photos (telephones are not very important in Djekoshilo where the nearest network is 60 km distant in the town of Kindu). He had found a second hunter with an Inoko in hand.

Inoko photos snapped by the Chief of Djekoshilo

Here are the blurry, but unmistakable photos taken by the chief with his own photo snapped as the final MOV (Means of Verification)

It was at this time that John, Kate and collaborators wrote a new Red List classification for the Dryas monkey. The species moved out of Critically Endangered to Endangered.

In the meantime there had been another sighting on the west bank of the Lomami River near the village of Kakongo. No photo, but it was reported by JP one of the team leaders who found the first Inoko in Likanjo/Bafundo.

Inoko has been found in seven widely separated locations in the TL2 area to date.  Habitats include mature upland forest, seasonally flooded riverine forest, gallery forests in prairie ecotones and secondary regenerating forest.  In all locations the monkeys are found in micro-sites with liana thickets and dense understory vegetation.

And now the most recent observation near Lifale River, March 2019, is in the Lomami National Park, but north, in the province of Tshopo. The patrol team first saw the strange little monkey on the ground. It climbed out of view into a mat of lianas. They waited 30 minutes to finally get the photo documentation – below.

March 2019_Inoko sighted in at Lifale

Inoko – no doubt about it.

Are we headed from Endangered towards Least Concern? And besides Inoko, what is next?

patrol team on circuit

The patrols continue. We hope to be able to cover more of the buffer zone soon.

DR Congo’s forest redoubts likely still mask plant and animal surprises that we cannot yet fathom. Just 15 years ago the middle Lomami where we have now found new species and new distributions was considered moderate to low priority for biodiversity conservation. But the more we look, the more amazing plants and animals we find. The new Lomami National Park is now among the most important places for conservation in Congo.

Not THAT Bridge !

Maurice in the middle of a good time
Maurice, center front, singing and dancing with his fellow “bridge engineers.”

We often build bridges: Our bridges are made from mahogany and termite nests.

Bangengele bridge repair in south
On the road to ChombeKilima, we built the abutments with termite nests that are “strong as cement.” There is something in the saliva of termites.

In the Southern buffer zone of the Lomami National Park we put in ten bridges on the road to ChombeKilima, and another on the Balanga road and yet another on the Watambolo road.

minister inaugurates bridges_2014_BANGENGELE
The Minister walks the mahogany boards. The Entandrophragma mahoganies are durable wood, but not too dense for our chainsaw.

The Provincial Environment Minister took a motorbike 120 km to see the bridges. No 4-wheel vehicles can negotiate these roads, only bicycles and motorbikes, but they are still the primary “thoroughfares” and still need bridges.

When Maurice said that there was some road and bridge work in the Northern Buffer Zone we figured this would be possible and within budget.  I had recently been over the road to Elengalale camp where Maurice is based.  It had some bad parts.

road needed fixing
A bad place on the road to Elengalale. It could be improved with some serious shovel and pick work. Machetes would open the road verges.

But I thought the three bridges along that stretch weren’t too bad. 

bridge I thought they would reinforce
This bridge on the Elengalale road can be used as it is. Perhaps Maurice just meant to reinforce it with new logs?
Roadwork serves the purpose of outreach too. Above Maurice’s assistant, Leon, is talking with the road crew (and kids) about totally protected species.

Bridge repair is a frequent request from villages.  Without bridges farm produce does not get to market or family members to hospital.  We, too, use these roads; all of them have our patrol posts at their dead ends. 

So, when Maurice told us the road work was finished, but there was more bridge repair needed and that he was working with the Mbole elders to assure it happened efficiently, we gave our approval. 

Song a part of it
Maurice on top of a girder with the singing bridge crew.

Who is Maurice:  He is one of our own most faithful “elders.”  He has been with the TL2 project from the beginning and before that, worked with John Hart to inventory elephants in the Salonga National Park.  While doing outreach among the Mituku he was tortured by the bandit Portugais who is now the instigator of an ongoing insurrection; while he was TL2 team leader at Obenge in 2012 he was threatened by the rogue, prison-escapee, Thoms; when he started working in the north at Elengalale he was met by a hostile population.  Over a period of several months he won over the villages and they built a patrol post with him. 

Maurice’s first bridge budget was reasonable. 
But the budgets kept coming, the next month and the next month.

This photo was slipped in the file
This photo had been slipped into the file.

We had not noticed the picture of the Ilipa bridge in the photos of proposed road repair.  The Ilipa bridge is a major bridge, much bigger than anything we have done before.  It is on the road before the bifurcation to Elengalale.   By the time we realized what was underway it was too late to halt the work.  Maurice had mobilized a sector and two chiefdoms.  Practically every village south of Opala was participating.

Why the bridge had to be raised
Ilipa River during rainy season. An island, with only the bamboo showing here, has to be built up. It allows the bridge to be in two smaller segments.
Inspirational talks before the sleepers are moved
Maurice was doing what he does well : work with the chiefs, organize and motivate people.
our early crossings of Ilipa
Crossing the Ilipa River in a dugout with a motorbike on board.

The Ilipa bridge is the major bridge between Opala and Elengalale.  We crossed it in dugouts the first few times I visited.   At that time even the log crossing was down.   

crossing one part of Ilipa with cargo
Crossing one of the two Ilipa bridge with a bicycle.

When the logs were in,  the Ilipa crossing had improved to this.

But why was fixing the Ilipa bridge suddenly urgent? Apparently a number of villages had put pressure on Maurice after a motorbike fell in the River; it was carrying home the corpse of a beloved elder in his casket.

However, in a place where all work is done with shovels, machetes and axes, along with the heft and dexterity of the human body, this was a huge project. 

We visited and saw the enthusiasm. Belgian foreign aid gave empty sacks, a wheel barrow, and some shovels.   The territorial administrator cheered Maurice on.  It was too late to say no. 

Maurice was confident, “Don’t under-estimate what human labor can do.”   This was the continent that built the pyramids, after all.    But that was slave labor, here we would have to count on the chiefs – and Maurice — to keep up the enthusiasm.  Thank goodness, among the Mbole people, the chiefs have power.

the elders dance after consultation
Chiefs and elders dance and sing with Maurice after a meeting. All decisions are reinforced with music and dance.

In  june 2018 the work began:   the trees were selected to become the girders  that would support the largest bridge.   The first planks were sawn and lianas collected to build up abutments

choosing one of the trees
The trees for the major sleepers were all Wele, Pterocarpus soyauxii.

But Wele, the species used for the main girders, is not frequent and the appropriate tall, straight trees (four for the first bridge) were all between five and ten km away.

Different trees were used for the surface planks, and the abutment framing-wall.

examining the timber_June
Maurice and others examine the sawn wood.

In July the work on the abutments began.
1700 sandbags were filled and put in place.

starting to build up the abutement
Sticks, lianas and boards were used to frame the abutments at both sides of the bridge and on the central island.
sandbags were the first building block
Sandbags were filled and carried to the site – 1700 in all.
moving beams to finish abutement
The logs spanning the River were lifted to put sandbags in place.
bringing and arranging sand bags for abutement
The island was raised sandbag by sandbag.
reinforced with sand bags
By early September 2018 the Ilipa bridges had new abutments, but was still spanned by the same logs.

But it was in October and November that the drums began to talk seriously.   Men were called from distant villages to the Ilipa Bridges.  Time to pull the sleepers out of the forest.  Manpower was needed.

Mbole bridge work_is it straight? copy
The trees had been felled and the girders squared-off months earlier.
Guiding beam out of forest to path
A rough forest path was cut and now each girder had to be positioned .
first steps to moving beam out
And wrestled onto the skids.
high spirits as they ready to pull a beam
The rotin lianes were ready for the harness and lead. Spirits were high.

All four sleeper logs for the first bridge were between 5 and 10 km away and took five to seven days to get from forest to destination.

this is how the pyramids were built
The weight of villages was called to help.

We bought goats, village women provided greens. We bought manioc, village women provided the pounding into flour and cooking. Everyone ate.

replacing the rollers under the beam
The elders carried the skid sticks from the back to the front to keep the sleeper moving.
pulling beam into final position
Finally onto the bridge.

One by one the sleepers were pulled into placed over the course of  October and November.

first bridge done_december 18
One bridge is done by the end of December.

For the second bridge – the materials are ready.  As the rains peter out, Maurice and the chiefs will mobilize manpower again.

Is this Maurice’s folly?  Or a “do-it-ourselves” miracle by Maurice and the chiefs?  In any case the conservation outreach aspect has been huge.

Death of a Great Conservationist

Lomami National Park would not exist without local champions. The most pivotal – one who both led and reprimanded – even foreign conservationists (us),– was the chief, Mama Jeanne Ulimwengu.

1. Cheifitaine in Lokandu
For nine years she was the supreme leader of the Bangengele.

She was buried last Sunday. There is contention over who shall replace her. She is irreplaceable.

We must not forget her. The park must not forget her. This was a great woman and a great leader.

DELIMITATION Chef de groupe Kori sur la limite Tchombelome
The Lomami National Park limits were first marked in the bark of trees. Thank you chief Ulimwengu, for showing us how to arrive here.

This is what we remember:

3. Coronation of chefitaine
The clans gathered for her coronation.

This was the woman who became a chief: Her grandfather died. After a period of contention and confusion among the Bangengele, the key elder of the chiefdom chose her over her older brother or cousins. She became the only woman chief among the 34 sectors of Maniema Province. Everyone knew she was calm, but the elder who chose her must also have sensed her dedication, commitment and vision. We only learned that slowly.

Speaking to her population
The Chief addressed her people with confidence and an unwavering sense of what was right.

4. making arrests for illegal pigeon capture
She did not hesitate to arrest people committing wildlife crimes – here the mass capture and sail of pigeons during closed hunting season.

This was the exceptional effort she made: In 2009 she listened to us explain the amazing biodiversity of the Lomami forest that included the western most part of her chiefdom. She understood the peril of not officially saving it – already non-Ngengele hunters were using it. She rode motorcycle, and crossed flooded streams to speak to her people about the park. She accompanied ministers, assemblymen and the ICCN (parks) director.

4. helping her cross a bridge copy
A National Parks (ICCN) director helping the chief across a plank bridge to reach villages where she would explain the importance of protecting their forest.

But then she told us that all this outreach was not enough to make the park. “The ancestors must agree.” She led the conservation effort towards the traditional “TAMBIKO” . In the end villages throughout the park organized five tambikos and the park gained deep-rooted local acceptance.

2. Olangate_receiving ritual marking after ceremony
The chief receives the marks of the Olangate tambiko.

tambiko meals
She was not above working with the other woman to assure all the assembled guests at the tambiko had enough to eat.

These were the storms she weathered: Jeanne Ulimwengu was chief during nine difficult years. Her house was bludgeoned and burned by Tetela, an outside ethnic group, that was angry at measures she took against their deforestation of Ngengele lands.

5. destruction Katako
At night men from the Tetela tribe attacked the chief’s house and burned the outbuildings.

Last time she stopped by our Kindu office, she was weary and angry. She came with two men from one of her villages west of Kindu. She needed a small sum of money to stay out of jail. Why would anyone put the chief in jail? She had opposed the sale of traditional lands to a political strongman. The men accompanying her were leaders of the clan whose lands were “lost”.

She fought for what was good for her people and good for posterity.

ALAS: What hurts is during the post-funeral, clanic meetings a ruling was passed denying henceforward all women access to the throne of the Bangengele. She was the first and the last and a stalwart voice gone quiet.

1. Cheftaine at Balanga tambiko
May your memory help guide us in the years ahead.

Rest in peace, mama Jeanne– Chief of the Bangengele.

First for Lomami, First for DR Congo

The Lomami National Park has a new head warden: The first woman head warden ever for DR Congo. Welcome, Chantal Shalukoma.

Loidjo bridge_park border
The new Head Warden, Chantal, standing on the Loidjo Bridge. The Loidjo river is the eastern border of the park through most of Maniema Province.

She was barely a month in her office and she told the TL2 team that she wanted to accompany us on our dugout trip down the Lomami River in October. Congratulations Chantal, you definitely have the right priorities! She closed the door on the political games and administrative demands of Kindu, in order to see first hand the Park that depends on her.

Lunch in the dugout
Eating lunch on the Lomami River with the Head Warden (bottom right), myself (bottom left), Matthieu (grey shirt) and the general (blue arm patch).

What’s more she insisted that she not go alone, but lobbied hard to get a General to accompany us from the new PPN, Protection for National Parks, a division of the DRCongo Conservation Institute (ICCN). She wanted him to make the Lomami National Park a priority. The PPN is a melding of the army with park guards into an elite corps to specifically suppress armed crises in the parks: criminal militias, poaching bands, etc…. She succeeded. General Kitenge came to Kindu to join our trip down the Lomami. Congratulations again, Chantal.

The general, the colonel and the head warden_before the accident
Head Warden Chantal, General Kitenge and his “body guard” colonel as we started out on motorbike.

But the real test was after the first day out. It takes real grit to face the worst of Congo’s roads and keep going. Chantal has real grit.

The first 120km are by motorbike, often over a path so narrow and uneven it would not even qualify as a walking path in a USA National Park. Chantal had our best chauffeur, but still the motorbike went over and the foot-rest landed on her foot with the full weight of bike and load. I was ahead and arrived at the end of the road more than an hour before Matthieu (our program manager), the General and the head warden.

map of trip
Map of our itinerary.

It was well after dark when they pulled into the Chombe Kilima patrol post. Two people had to nearly carry her under the thatch roof of the barazza. She smiled, explained what happened and then insisted that we continue to Katopa the next day. BUT there are 37 km between Chombe Kilima and Katopa! All has to be crossed on foot, including flooded savannas, tussock-y tropical moors and many streams. It is not just open forest paths and it is a long way. The head warden could not put any weight on one foot; it looked impossible. Perhaps something was broken, or twisted or pulled.

Three of us got out of our tents in the morning with the same idea. The General, Matthieu and I all suggested “tipoy” or litter. The head warden was willing. Being carried that 37 km to Katopa is not at all preferable to walking it – but she did it – with six singing porters taking turns hoisting her over the path.

Crossing DjoDjo in Tipoy
Crossing the first flooded stream, Djodjo, and trying to be very quiet as we balance on hidden logs because there is an overhanging wasp nest.

a flooded stream after dark
We continued for two hours after dark before camping, including a stream crossing that the head warden did on foot with lots of help.

We made the Chombe Kilima-Katopa trek with one overnight. Along the way we could judge the morale and strength of her porters by the volume of their song and the originality of its harmonies.

Tipoy departure from KK/4
Picking up the tipoy in full song after a night’s sleep and a very large meal at our K-4 campsite.

Admiring the orchids on Brazza
Appreciating the orchids in the last savanna as we neared our destination of Katopa.

Chantal was well aware that both park guards and TL2 staff viewed her with curiosity and expectation as she entered Katopa camp.

Head Warden of Lomami National Park arrives at Katopa
Chantal hobbling into Katopa camp.

Before even taking a bucket bath, she reviewed the park guards.

Head Warden treated by Colin with American marine medical kit
A volunteer and ex-marine in Katopa re-bandaged her foot.

Later that day we had several presentations to allow different staff from ICCN and our TL2 project to discuss history, problems and discoveries in the southern part of the park.

Presentations in Katopa
Katopa introductions, presentations, and discussions.

The next day from early morning until after dark we were in the dugout, moving downriver to the post at Kakonga.

Balancing act to get in the dugout
A balancing act to get into the dugout using only one foot.

Tigerfish_enough lunch for all of us
We bought a tigerfish from a local fisherman. It was our evening meal, enough for all of us.

The head warden stopped in PolePole and BeneKamba, villages on the west bank of the river to talk about the park on the east bank and to hear the villagers’ views and problems.

Ancient village of BeneKamba
Bene Kamba in October 2018. This village appeared on colonial maps of the 1890s.

A welcome with song in Kakongo
A singing, dancing welcome the next morning in Kakongo where we slept.

Head warden speaks to school chilidren in Kakongo
The head warden, Chantal, adresses school children in Kakongo before we again head north in the dugout.

The next day at sunset we stopped briefly at the “tongo” or old village site, now abandoned, of Obenge. Then we continued on to Bangaliwa the northern post on the Lomami River and just outside the park. We didn’t arrive until 2 AM. Baba Bolenge our dugout pilot for the northern park knows the Lomami like the back of his hand and guides the boat with confidence in the dead of night.

Women greet head warden with dance and song Bangaliwa
Women of Obenge and park guards’ wives greet the new head warden.

There was no sleeping in the next morning. The women from the relocated village of Obenge as well as the wives of guards were singing greetings to the new head warden before 6AM.

Head warden Chantal and assistant Didier address guards in Bangaliwa
Warden Chantal reveiws the guards in Bangaliwa with assistant warden, Didier.

That day and the next we listened to guards, TL2 patrollers and villagers.

Deep in discussion at Bangaliwa
Discussions at Bangaliwa.

Introduction in Bangaliwa
The head warden articulates her vision for the park.

The head warden now has perspectives from the south and from the north matched with the vision and physical experience of the field.

Village of Obenge welcomes new head warden at Bangaliwa
The whole village of Obenge (now relocated in the same clearing as the Bangaliwa patrol post) sings and dances for us before we reenter the dugout to continue north.

And we, the partners and staff, not only saw her grit but also her candor: no false promises, but rather clear reprimands and forceful encouragement. We saw her readiness to share and partake of it all. “If they suffer in the sun and floods, I too shall suffer in the sun and floods. If they dance, I too will dance.”

Everyone joins at Kakongo
The head warden, and the rest of us, dance with the community.