30 May 19
Samy GergesSamy GergesLebaneseLogisticianDemocratic Republic of Congo

DRC: “I will carry the memories I made in DRC for life”

Lebanese logistician Samy returns from the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC) after a perspective-changing assignment...

“'Beautiful and touching' are the two words I use to describe my experience with Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF).

My name is Samy Gerges. I’m 26 years old and hold a degree in advertising, but until recently I worked as a supply chain officer in a petrochemicals trading company.

I’ve always wanted to go into the humanitarian field where my work would really help others, not help them make money only.

So, I started looking for opportunities in local and international organisations, including MSF. I did some reading on each one of them to know more about where they work and the services they offer.

"From the moment I met the team working in the project, I felt that we were one big family."


I identified with MSF more than other NGOs, particularly as a medical humanitarian organisation that is far from politics and agendas.

I applied on its regional recruitment website in the hopes of joining its teams in the field, and after a couple of months, I got the acceptance letter.

At first, I was shocked. I went on to tell my mother, who was aware of my interest in shifting my career from the private sector in Lebanon, then I told my friends with great excitement.

Lebanon to Congo

I travelled from Beirut to Kinshasa, the capital of DRC, and I went from the airport straight to MSF’s base.

The trip took us though rough terrain and contradictory scenes. I’ve always wanted to work in DRC, and I was exposed to the economic situation and social disparities through media channels and social media platforms. But, being there gave it all a realistic feel.

Some people don’t have houses to live in; some suffer with malnutrition or epidemic outbreaks, in addition to the unstable political setup.

My new family

I worked as a supply chain manager, supervising all supply activities at MSF’s base, warehouse and hospital in Kananga.

Some of my main tasks were maintaining the proper functioning of the supply chain department, managing the logistics of medical stocks and incoming and outgoing shipments, as well as coordinating with other projects while upholding MSF’s rules and regulations.

I was also responsible for the development of the team’s capacities and ensuring all team members are doing their jobs.

From the moment I met the team working in the project, I felt that we were one big family. The way they welcome new-comers makes it easier for us to adapt and alleviates the longing for our families.

Months went on with my new family, where we’d spend time together during weekdays and weekends. Although, one thing I took time to adapt to is the use of “mum” and “dad” in DRC, used not only towards one’s parents, but to refer to elderly people out of respect.

Touching moments

Some of the MSF hospitals I worked in are the only available hospitals in their region.

We treat patients who have been victims of conflict or sexual violence, including children who have received fatal injuries, such as machete wounds.

I remember very well when a five-year-old girl, who had been hit by a sharp weapon on the head, was brought to us. Our medical team gave her the necessary care, but unfortunately, she didn’t make it. I was the one who prepared the paperwork for her burial and I was there during her funeral. It wasn’t easy for me and I don’t like to think of that incident.

"A couple of months cannot sum up a whole experience, nor can a couple of paragraphs. I’m sure that the future has a lot in store for me."


One time I was doing a round at the hospital and I saw a child in one of the beds. He was very small and weighed just 16 kilograms. He was so thin that his skin directly covered his bones. I asked the nurse about his age, and I was shocked to learn he was 10-years-old.

I had seen people suffering with malnutrition in documentaries, but that was the first time I saw someone with my own eyes. It was very painful. The child was an orphan who was found on the street and brought to our facility.

Thankfully, he got better as weeks passed by. He was eating well, and he became more interactive with me.

A new perspective on poverty

Malnutrition is common in DRC due to the tough economic situation. However, the country also suffers from epidemics such as cholera, malaria and an ongoing Ebola outbreak in the northwest.

But, despite all that, I feel that my work has a meaning. What I do is needed because it contributes to helping people who are in most need of it.

For me, the idea of poverty changed. Some families in Lebanon are impoverished, yet it’s very different compared to what I’ve seen in DRC. Material possessions didn’t matter to me before, but they mean even less and less now. I’ve become more aware of the notions of suffering and need.

A couple of months cannot sum up a whole experience, nor can a couple of paragraphs. I’m sure that the future has a lot in store for me.  


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