He translates my question back to Rene, who laughs, and they start arguing again. So he very casually says things like âWatch your step here, these ants can kill youâ as he steps over some fire-ants collectively dragging a giant maggot back to their hill. B) Le saka-saka à base de feuilles de bananier et le poulet en sauce à la noix de coco. Ideally, how the system should work, is that you wait for confirmation that the container has arrived and then book your flights to meet it during the 10 days which the port stores the container free of charge (and you would then spend a month or so afterwards selling the goods). Theyâd have a point. âArgh, something about there being too much rain or some rubbishâ. This attitude is very impressionable and will affect how people react to you, so if youâre nervous theyâll be like âWhatâs his deal?â, but if youâre just chilling then they get bored of you very quickly and you begin to blend in like everyone else. I came and sat next to her on the floor and we laughed and spoke as much as my small range of Lingala vocab would allow me to. But from our car window we caught him secretly stealing bunches and throwing them over the side to a friend down below who was hiding with a bag to fill. Facebook gives people the power to share and makes the world more open and connected. Suddenly some police/military men showed up out of nowhere and rushed towards us; some with truncheons and a few with AK47âs. âVoilà !â he says. And my dad also insists that her simple diet and lifestyle, free from an overload of unnatural chemicals, is really the way forward, if you want to know her âsecretâ. Saka Saka Organisation RDCCompetence Skype and telephone asakasaka My dream: Kinshasa competent against aids I'm proud of: RDCCompetence work. He appears hard at work, machete in hand and covered in mud, but my Dad is not happy at all. Joe was the boss; tall, skinny, stern and serious for the most part, but we ended up becoming good friends (suited up in the picture below). âSomeone in your family needs to take over what your Dad has started because heâs invested a lot over here. You can either act nice or like a dick – and this will pretty much shape an opinion about âyour kindâ and possibly other peopleâs opinions depending on who they then talk to. ... Présentation recette : Envie du poisson fumé? Patrick Jaszewski says: December 30, 2016 at 2:49 pm . It was also pretty deep considering that my first impression was that she literally has nothing. And the third stage was just blind rage. At the airport we said goodbye in true unsentimental Kimbangi fashion with a man hug and a âSee you at homeâ. So the driver got the bright idea to gun it down the left hand side of the road (they drive on the right hand side in Congo) and skip a bit of traffic while there was a temporary gap in the other lane. Saka-Saka (also called Saca-Saca, Sakasaka and Pondu) is a Congolese dish made from cassava leaves. So to shower we would just use a jug to splash ourselves with cold water from the buckets, which doesnât sound like much fun, and it wasnât, but due to the heat it was generally quite refreshing. It was mostly plain sailing (ish) once I got into a bit of a rhythm. My Dad turns to me at this point after going around in circles with Rene, tired from arguing, an hour or something in, and says âDo you understand whatâs going on?â. The one company in the UK that did offer it were charging £400 per person which was practically the price of the flight itself. Well basically, in the same way that in England it is noticeable that I am a darker shade of white and therefore am black; in Congo it is noticeable that I am a lighter shade of black and therefore am white. Add Photos; View All; Saka Saka's Blog. Congo) is one of Africaâs great masters and one of the percursors of Contemporary African Art. He needs to get all of this valued ASAP, instead of trying to supervise farming projects from four thousand miles away in England. 0 Likes. It turns out that itâs easier to just cut their heads off sometimes clearly. A couple of weeks later I was back up in London and received a pretty hilarious voicemail message from Dad, in his thick accent, about the current political situation over in Congo and how I shouldnât make any preparations to go. !â, and lift it out of the ditch with my new-found superhero strength. So I had a little walk around Boma and found, what became, âthe spotâ. Congo) is one of Africaâs great masters and one of the percursors of Contemporary African Art. We canât seem to shake this whole father-son dynamic, which means that he is constantly âlooking out for meâ and scrutinising my every move. Reading this back, it sounds like one of those cons, where all thatâs left to say is âNow I just need you to invest $20,000 and I assure you that you can capitalise on this goldmineâ. So I found myself jotting things down as I went along as Dad tends to just shrug everything off. They talk to strangers like you would talk to your siblings – or at least how you would talk to strangers after a couple of pints. You have to walk down the street like it was a hallway in your house and approach people like they were your bros, because if you don’t harbour any insecurities it dispels any of theirs too. Add the contents of the tin and a little water. Basically, the corrupt president Joseph Kabila is trying to abuse his position to change the rules so that he can stay in power for longer than is usually allowed – and with the new election coming up he plans to run again and most likely fix it to win. None of this really had the air of disappointment or desperation though, and it was all pretty casual and friendly. It was 8.30 at this point and I felt like I had earnt a wash so I clocked out of my shift – even though technically another trip with four more canisters would have been useful. So itâs potentially so dangerous over there at the moment that itâs a bad investment to give me travel insurance. When I quizzed my Dad on this later he spoke about how there isnât really a jail in Congo, which sort of blew my mind. Joe often referred to me as a true Congolese man⦠Boma transiènt (A Boma resident, if I remember the phrase correctly). Sold unframed. On his way back he repeats to his friends âAnglaisâ (English), and they all collectively say âAhhâ and smile. Facebook gives people the power to share and makes the world more open and connected. Five minutes down the road we were out in the open with no traffic when suddenly the car engine stopped. Dadâs friends Mundele and Matondo also remained quiet for the most part throughout, as Dad and Rene went back and forth. âBut this is a good lifeâ he said. There wasnât much tying me down in England and I figured I could do with a bit of excitement. âOk, weâre goodâ I think. Chez Flore, Kinshasa: See 25 unbiased reviews of Chez Flore, rated 4 of 5 on Tripadvisor and ranked #29 of 120 restaurants in Kinshasa. Throughout the whole argument I was sure that Rene was perhaps the rational one, often laughing at Dadâs remarks and responding assuredly and very matter of fact. So donât prepare anything about a Congo for yet. We still didnât know at this point whether or not the second container would arrive whilst I was there, on April 25th as planned, but all we could do was hope (because, you know, how could he possibly manage without me). Join Facebook to connect with Davina Saka and others you may know. Christian has 9 jobs listed on their profile. So it was just funny to me really that such obstacles were put in place and it probably spurred me on even more. But instead he launches into a long spiel about something, to which I say âJe suis désolé, je ne comprends pas. You can transcend the novelty of being a zoo-attraction by just interacting and saying hello. After finishing school he was a member of several 1970s Kinshasa bands: he sang with Super Tukina who recorded his first hit, "Satonge," then he joined Super Bella Bella alongside Jean Bosco and Mongoley, a guitarist formerly of Orchestre Lipua Lipua, and he also played with Bariza and Saka Saka. So basically the last trip, 3 years ago, was a touristy family holiday, seeing the sights, visiting relatives and so on. So the bus started to force its way forward as there was a slight gap on our left hand side which he felt would do the trick. I said âItâs been a good two weeksâ and he laughed and replied âOK, OKâ. So there will be riots and striking…and therefore no money…and therefore if they see someone who is a lighter shade of black they may assume they have money…and therefore rob and/or kill them. (Below is a beardless pic from my visit with her three years back). The car, as well as everyone inside, was fuming as the driver pulled over to the side of the road and rolled to a stop. Antoine Saka Saka, a Development Communications specialist for UNICEF in Kinshasa, was on the front line in the response to the crisis in Boende. So I loaded up the wheelbarrow with four empty canisters and set off with the boy from next door so he could show me the way. Then I found out that there wasnât even any travel insurance currently available for Congo. Instead, however, we were evacuated in 1991 thanks to the corrupted military running amok in the streets. Barkas iki saka Wikimedia Commons lan kena kanggo proyèk liya. Dad followed his example and pulled his all the way up, while one of the policemen with a truncheon slid down our left hand side, in-between us and the minibus, and approached the driver. The pili-pili saka-saka diaries. But Dad is generally all-talk, and often thinks out loud, so I didnât really pay much attention. This way he could entrust Joe to handle all of the problems in Boma, and sit back and reap the rewards with a set-fee that they contractually agree upon in advance. Soka (vattendrag i Kongo-Kinshasa) , Kasaï-Occidental, 6°06â²39â³S 20°33â²49â³E  /  6.11097°S 20.56352°Ö  / -6.11097; 20.56352  ( Soka (vattendrag i Kongo-Kinshasa It would have been good to have been there when the container arrived, and helped with the unloading and the madness involved with the rush-of-sales when the items are first put on the market. Today when Dad woke me up he had a special task for me to do, unlike the other days, when he just does it for fun. Saka made a key impact for Mikel Arteta's men in the 2019-20 season, as they won the FA Cup and finished eighth in the Premier League. (My own translation of course, but pretty much the gist of the conversation). Itâs a louder way of life but a more external and honest one because they wear their hearts on their sleeves. E.G, old men wearing. Who knows, weâll see. By âweâ I mean, Matondo, the headmaster of the school who we picked up in Kimpese, Mundele who is my Dadâs nephew (he was nicknamed Mundele, âwhite manâ, despite being black, because he had a lighter shade of skin when he was first born), myself, Dad and Papy who my dad hired to drive us from Kinshasa to Boma. âYeah standard, you should fire himâ I said. So we flagged down the next car that happened to have space for two and was headed in the same direction, and headed off about 7pm in the pitch black of the city. On my last trip with my brother Charles I would constantly be cracking jokes and looking over at his reaction to certain things, whereas my Dad is obviously used to this lifestyle and heâs seen it all before. But once you get to know him he lets his guard down a bit and I enjoyed trying to make him laugh with my butchered Lingala. Saka Saka: Ground cassava leaves cooked with palm oil, peanut paste, beans and salt fish. The driver pulled his window up three quarters of the way and I assumed that this was not a good sign of things to come. And by the end of the conversation I had almost changed my mind. He was staring in the same way that a young baby would stare at new company suspiciously until they got to know them later in the day. (âNkolo Mbokaâ, is just slang for chief of the village. His mum then picked him up and said something about âmundeleâ and I said âMundele te! Located south of the capital, this artificial lake is a place of leisure and relaxation. Join Facebook to connect with Kossivi Saka and others you may know. For the most part me and Dad really bonded over the course of the two weeks. So we load them all up again and I assure him Iâll be fine this time (Iâm not sure which of us I was trying to convince). He explained how he left everything behind to be with us in England because he and my mother had already invested in a life out here. The massive amount of land, which is about 20 acres, was bought by my dad in around 1985 for as little as £100 but, like the land he owns in Kinshasa, could now be worth a couple hundred thousand or more. So here we go. The bad news is that Dad is pissing. During these first few days in Kinshasa, upon my arrival, we received the bad news that the second container had been delayed yet again, and would NOT be arriving during my two week stay in Congo. Elena. 3 Comments The first port of call when arriving in Kinshasa, the capital city and the place of my birth, was to visit my 90 year old Grandma Elizabeth/Nkenge. When meeting the current tenants of Dadâs house, the house manager introduced me as âakiemeâ, with a big grin, and I smiled along despite not knowing what the hell he was on about. In the car was a 20-something driver wearing a red polo shirt and one friend/customer up front. So I guess you could it say it was pretty bittersweet. I should mention that our house does not have any taps or a shower… and we have to use these canisters to fill up the buckets which we bring into the house (And we purchase all of our drinking-water in bottled form from the town). Iâm privileged to have had a translated-tour of a land known by few in the western world, and although I nagged him for being overprotective, it definitely helped to have a true-native around to show me the ropes. A lot of people have thought it to be strange that, as a mixed race person, I would still be called a mundele over there. The problem was that when it came to the point of âconveniently cutting back into our laneâ surprisingly the 50 cars that we just overtook didnât take to the idea that well. Everyone used to tell me how cool he was, which I appreciated a lot actually, but I had to also convince them that he was a tough guy on the sly. So after being waved through by the security men, we drove towards the bit of land that Dad owns out in a field in the middle of nowhere. Dad would sometimes seem to be amused by the conversation but then at other times incredibly angry and direct. I want to be free!â etc. âVoilaâ I say. Meet and match with the best looking singles in Saka. After a minute or so of shouting and failing to cut back in, he decided to retreat and reverse to find a gap because the traffic was so still that there was no opportunity for re-entry. Iâm sure when Iâm 35 things wonât be all that different, so I suppose itâs just a way of showing he cares as well a case of retaining his control. From that point on, whenever I was helping him out I was pretty much on trial and completely under his scrutiny. One of my jobs was to unscrew all of the pedals and wheels from his big stack of bikes in order to make them compact, so I made my way through about 10 of the 150 before getting a bit bored. I do a couple of olympic weightlifting style preparation stretches…lift it and set off. And I could tell he was weighing up whether or not to give him another chance. So donât prepare anything to go to Congo now, because it is election period. Then suddenly you see their faces change from staring-in-a-trance to becoming coy and shy as if to say âOh yes, sorry, hello, thatâs right youâre a person, I forgot for a second cos you donât look like meâ. I was told by a Brazzaville local that in Kinshasa it's more common to find pure veggie versions of saka-saka, but in Brazzaville it usually contains fish. We fill up all four large canisters, screw the lids shut and place them, tightly compact, into the wheelbarrow. Panyandra: Français : Drapeau de Kinshasa, République démocratique du Congo. Now when my dad says âLetâs get a taxiâ, what he means is âLetâs hitchhikeâ, because in Congo every car on the road is potentially another taxi. Along the way we also picked up another passenger, a loud and belligerent young dude who sat in the back next to me, so that I was sandwiched between him and my dad. âYeah I used to be the boss of my school Davidâ he confirmed. Apparently there are no nursing homes in Kinshasa, and she can only live with whoever in the family is happy to take care of her. And meanwhile we were trying to force our way back into the right lane, so our back left end was sticking out. Samba Mapangala is a Congolese singer and bandleader who has been based in Kenya for most of his five-decade musical career, most notably there creating and leading Virunga, which has been one of the most popular bands in East Africa for more than 35 years.. And there was one occasion when he threw a TV down the stairs because me and my brothers were arguing over the remote. So they have a problem, trouble, war. Cassava leaves (saka saka), pounded and cooked, are always a favorite. Iâm the youngest of the family, or the âmwana nsukaâ as Dad would always introduce me in lingala, so Iâm used to hanging around older, stronger people. Notes to myself and to my friends. âWaitâ¦.Wait a minuteâ I say, trying to break in. Then there was a bang. To be fair, babyâs are scared of everything. Itâs always friendly and I was used to it from my last trip so it didnât particularly phase me, but after a while you start to feel like a two headed man in Leicester Square. 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