Staring out my car’s window
Seeing all the madness around me
People fighting for any inch of space on the side walk or street
Motorcycles pushing their way past you left and right
People staring back at you
“Look at that white man”
Are you a racist because you hate being stared at?
Are you a racist because you hate seeing some people on the streets being aggressive or waiting for an opportunity to steal?
Living in Congo for too long makes you mean, makes you keep your guard up, makes you not trust anyone, makes you want to micromanage everything, makes you want to question everyone
Making a living in the DRC is easy for some and impossible for others
Would you rather be a big fish in a small pond or a small fish in a big pond?
You grow weary, you grow tired
The heat annihilates you
The lack of comprehension on your colleague’s face when explaining simple tasks despairs you
Surrounded by beggars and street children on a Sunday walk depresses you
The injustice of being born into poverty
The need is so great and you can only help so much
You are hated for not giving enough
What more can I give?
The saying “Charity begins at home” makes no sense here
We do what we can, we accept what we can’t change
Where to find the strength to succeed? To lead by example?
You cannot despair
You have to smile and push on
Keep walking as they say 🙂