As we still nurse a slight hunger over from Mama Colonel, we are woken up to yet another splendid looking Kinshasa morning.
Much as this place may be hot and humid, the nationals have learnt to endure the would have otherwise been unbearable heat by making sure that, their throats are well “wetted”.
After all what is the point of dying with a
dry throat when the Almighty God created the mighty Congo River?
I suppose, if you die of thirst, you would definitely never get nearer to the “Paradise” (heaven). I’m tempted to remember that, during that famous party at Canaan, our saviour saw it befitting to turn water into wine.
I am not trying to be blasphemous but, if he happens to pass by
Kinshasa and orders that “Let River Congo turn into SKOL”, I cannot imagine what would happen to the city of ten million people; I hope they would not get “drowned” into the SKOL River!
I am really not complaining much about the hunger over as SKOL is not a culprit in making hunger over.
Do not get me wrong if you happened to take a wrong brand of SKOL; in Kinshasa, there is a peculiar brand that resembles our own Grand PRIMUS (in a reddish bottle).
I have seen some SKOLs elsewhere, these come in a different bottle and must be different too! Now that Kinshasa was beginning to happen, the sky was (up) and the Congo Forest (on the Eastern flank as well as the River on the west, are gona be our limit!
How times change!
About a year or so ago, or even a some months ago, setting one’s feet onto Kinshasa, especially, if those feet had ever trodden on Rwandan soil in or after 1994, that would have been criminal enough to earn you the harshest treatment!
We are able to move freely to nearly any part of Kinshasa without any ado. After all, the Congolese are such a nice people.
I can say that, we are blessed to have a one Mwana Mbeto, he has been such an asset especially when the languages we speak are almost unknown here! In Goma, the folks speak French, Kiswahili, Kinyarwanda and Lingala (for the un-educated).
In Kinshasa, it is French and Lingala, Kiswahili is only spoken by those people that have had a stint with the Eastern borders of the DR Congo! I am told that, there is a club known as “Chez Ntemba Internationale”, this club has a branch in Brussels and Johannesburg (never heard of it though). Unlike the Mama Colonel, this is a rather public affair, all are welcome and it is reputed to be the best in town.
In addition, there are some other clubs like “Trente Six Quinze” (3615) and “Standing Club” I am dying to unravel the secrets of yet another club. The only problem is that, my pockets are beginning to complain after the various escapades here and there and the cost of living here.
Kinshasa is reputed to be the most expensive city on the African continent!