Congo has been on my mind this week. First, I went to the barber, which is rare. He's Congolese, as was his predecessor, Richard, who has since migrated to the Yues.
I also had a chance encounter with another DRC national, a petite young woman who sold plastic phone screen covers. She did not state her name and I did not enquire, especially when I realised she could barely express herself in Kiswahili. And when I made my payment, it reflected a Kenyan man's name.