Tuesday, April 27, 2010


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.

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