The second largest country of Africa, full of paradoxes. On one hand, it is rich in natural resources (including cobalt, copper, coltan, crude oil, diamonds, gold); on the other hand, its inhabitants are among the poorest in the world. For decades, the DRC has been suffering from prolonged conflicts that have led to one of the most severe humanitarian crises in the world.
07.04.2023
On Good Friday, we learn to experience death. Exhausted by prolonged starvation, little Gentille’s body had just given up. We did everything we could. This time it was not enough.
We are not the masters of life and death, although our little charges in Congo are resurrected before our eyes every day. It is their resurrection that we strongly believe in. We fight for them with all our strength. There is no other rescue for them within a radius of a few dozen kilometres. The miracle of the transition from near-death to full strength, to regained childhood, to life, is happening because of our excellent team at the Ntamugenga Nutrition Centre and you who support it.
We have lost Gentille. Over the last few days, we have become her closest family. Her death has dealt us a great blow. Please send some good thoughts and prayers today to her family and staff who fought until the end.
Let us do all we can to ensure that death does not win again. Let us fight for the miracle of resurrection for more little patients.
02.10.2025
Our Guardian Angel in Congo doesn’t have wings. She has keys to a four-wheel drive and a satellite phone, which she uses to argue with suppliers about the next delivery of meds. Her name is Sister Agnieszka. Her battlefield in the fight for good is a spreadsheet open on a laptop whose battery has to […]
19.08.2025
Humanitarian aid, which is talked about so much today, is not a romantic impulse of the heart. It is, among other things, a nightly marathon in Excel. It is hundreds of emails and phone calls to find the fastest and cheapest way to transport meds. It is poring over a budget to make sure every […]
01.07.2025
You can see war and hunger in Amina’s eyes. No child anywhere in the world should have either of those reflected in their gaze. But on the outside, she’s just a small girl whose eyelashes, eyebrows, and hair have taken on the color of rust. Nature brands its children touched by hunger with the color […]
