of Fr. Antonio Cesar Fernandez
(ANS –
Lomé, Togo – February 22) – One of the Salesians who
was traveling with the late Fr. Antonio Cesar Fernandez told us in detail all
the painful events of that Friday, February 15. Below, his account:
It isn’t easy to narrate such an event after having
lived it so closely. For the memory of Fr. Cesar, however, for the mission that
has been entrusted us and in which [his memory] encourages us, I want to try to
speak. We left from here [ed.: Lomé]
Friday, February 15, in the direction
of Ouaga [ed.: abbreviation of Ouagadougou, capital of Burkina Faso]. In Cinkassé [ed: Togo city on the
border with Burkina Faso], we left the
confreres who work in this city. With a certain serenity, we continued along
the road. After the border formalities, we began the journey in Burkinabé
territory.
After 30 minutes of travel we arrived at a border
checkpoint. From there, we could see trucks from afar that were along the way.
And while we were wondering what was happening, we saw a man who asked us to
park the car and then asked us to get out of the vehicle, which we did. We weren’t
physically assaulted. We were subjected to an interrogation. They asked us to
identify ourselves: “What are you doing? Where are you going?” We said that we
were priests, that we had just finished a meeting and were returning to Ouaga.
Then one of them asked the priest who was driving
to search the vehicle, which he did with him, while the others started to break
the windows of the three parked vehicles, probably the customs officers’
vehicles. After smashing them, they took gasoline from a nearby fuel vendor and
set these vehicles on fire. As they did so, Fr. Cesar asked why they were
burning them. The one in front of him, naturally well-armed, didn’t give an
answer. He whispered some answers, but we didn’t catch his words.
Later, they asked me and Fr. Cesar to move on
through the bush. From the checkpoint to the bush it is about 500 meters. Once
there, we saw other individuals of that group. In that bush, we weren’t
subjected to a violent interrogation. Suddenly, we saw that they were loading
on their motorbikes all they had taken from the attacked station. We also saw
the confrere who was driving being ordered to move the vehicle forward. In the
vehicle they had loaded our computers and the money we had with us, as well as
phones, external disks, USB sticks; in short, everything they could take. Then
he pulled the vehicle out of the tarry ground and headed towards us. He couldn’t
go any further with the car, because there was a ditch on the road.
He then got out of the car and came to us on foot.
The one [ed.: one
of the terrorists] who was following
our brother left him and approached me and Fr. Cesar. The others had already
left; only two of them remained. One of them told me, “You, turn around and go!”
As soon as I turned around, I heard the shot. I turned my head back and saw Fr.
Cesar already on the ground. I thought it was my turn. I raised my hands to the
level of the nape; I heard still other shots, but they weren’t for me, and I
understood that they were still for Fr. Cesar.
I would have wanted to go back to the body, but
something told me to move on. I advanced to the confrere who was driving, and
he asked me, “Where is Fr. Cesar?” I replied, “They shot him.” So I told him we
would take the body back, and he told me to wait a bit for the terrorists to go
away. After they left, we approached the body of Fr. Cesar. I closed my eyes. I
made a sign of the Cross on his forehead and we took him. He was soaked with
blood. Then we returned to the border.
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