SNAPSHOTS FROM CONGO: A PRIEST, THE WOMEN, AND AN ORPHAN
I write this blog while I am still in Congo, before my memory loses the smallest of the details.Focuz
These are not only words; I wish you could be able to smell and feel what I have experienced and witnessed. But these lines, I am afraid, are all I can share with you as a reader.
Read them slowly, since they tell the stories of real people. These are their lives. Treasure them, as they portray the voices of those that struggle every day to just survive.
Congo, I write this for those I have met, and for those who will be in my mind for the rest of my life. I promise not to forget.
These are a few of the snapshots:
While I finish this blog I can hear the voice of a woman who told me: Where are the schools? The hospitals? Why does a woman have to see her children die of starvation? Is life only about work and death?