Today I had a conversation in French that involved more than "how are you?" or "It's hot out, no?". And it actually worked. **Pause for victory dance** Fortunately for me, Congo is very forgiving and I can get away with speaking a somewhat bastardized version of one of the most beautiful languages and no one seems to mind that much.
Lingala is the other language spoken in Congo. Presently, I know how to say two things.
Mbote = Hello
Nakabomayo Mamma Nayo = I will kill you, mother [insert very very bad word]
One is a little more diplomatic than the other.