Words expressed by Yacine Sar, at the memorial servicefor the six ICRC colleagues who lost their lives in the Democratic Republic of the Congo
In stories from my country it is said that when a woman feels her womb coming to life, she praises God. That when her pelvic bones part to bring her son into the world, she is filled with joy. That when she sees her child grow, her hopes rise higher than the stalks of giant bamboo.
In stories from my country it is said that a mother prays that her child may become king of the bush, that he may contend with his dun-coloured rivals for control of the savannah, that his courage may prevail over the despot with the flowing mane, the Lion Gayinde, who preys on the flocks, breaks the necks of antelopes and swallows up the blood of giraffes.
In stories from my country it is said that no road leads to a tree without fruit.
In stories from my country it is said especially that whoever desires honey must have the courage to face the bees. I pray that the honey is flowing in torrents there where you are now.
Special memorial ceremony,
Geneva - May 2, 2001.
Gillian Biddulph Ackermann
of our colleagues
April 27, 2001
Chronology of activities
The ICRC in Congo (DRC)