انتم تستمعون لاذاعة دون تردد
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You are listening to radio No Frequency
This radio swims against the current
This radio chooses the right path
Even if it is empty
And if there was a detour around the right path and the Chinese paved it
This radio and its microphones won’t stand still
And don’t be surprised if by a planned coincidence, a flying microphone hit you in the head
You have been warned
This is the second episode of this radio show
A special episode
Directly from Kinshasa الصمود والتحدي
It is titled لما تشوف مصيبة غيرك بتهون عليك مصيبتك
And since this is a special episode from Kinshasa, we will start my dear tourists, my dear friends, my dear invaders with the things you can do here, this list was provided to us from the tour guide of wiki travel. Here it goes:
There are 2 ways of spending your time in Kinshasa: the CALM way and the LIVELY way.
Some CALM way suggestions would be to:
• Visit the Association Belgo-Congolais (ABC) which rents out videos (VHS and DVD).
• Go for a walk/jog along the river in front of the British /German embassies.
• Go to church on a Sunday morning like most of the locals do.
On the other hand, LIVELY ways to spend your time in Kinshasa would be to:
• Go and have a good dance at VIP Bar on Boulevard 30 Juin.
• Enjoy the music at the bar of Sultani Hotel on Avenue de la Justice, (Cocktails are US$8).
• Get your dance on with an afrozumbah class. Spice up your weekend with a salsa or tango class.
ورقصني يا جدع
Words words words,
كلمات ليست كالكلمات
Layers of colonization and racism find a great sanctuary in simple innocent words, like the term expat that we get a definition for from the blog of siliconafrica.
“What is an expat? And who is an expat? According to Wikipedia, “an expatriate (often shortened to expat) is a person temporarily or permanently residing in a country other than that of the person’s upbringing. The word comes from the Latin terms ex (‘out of’) and patria (‘country, fatherland’)”.
Defined that way, you should expect that any person going to work outside of his or her country for a period of time would be an expat, regardless of his skin colour or country. But that is not the case in reality; expat is a term reserved exclusively for western white people going to work abroad.
Africans are immigrants. Arabs are immigrants. Asians are immigrants. However, Europeans are expats because they can’t be at the same level as other ethnicities. They are superior. Immigrant is a term set aside for ‘inferior races’
Don’t take my word for it. The Wall Street Journal, the leading financial information magazine in the world, recently featured a story ‘Who is an expat, anyway?’. Here are the main conclusions: Anyone with roots in a western country is considered an expat … Filipino domestic helpers are just guests, even if they’ve been working for decades. Mandarin-speaking mainland Chinese are rarely regarded as expats … Top African professionals going to work in Europe are not considered expats. They are immigrants. Period.
Most white people deny that they enjoy the privileges of a racist system. And why not? But our responsibility is to point out and to deny them these privileges, directly related to an outdated supremacist ideology. If you see those “expats” in Africa, call them immigrants like everyone else. If that hurts their white superiority, they can jump in the air and stay there. The political deconstruction of this outdated worldview must continue.
Yes I refuse to carelessly dance afrozumba, despite not being able to resist the beat
I refuse to be me in this city that showed me more than I need to see in 10 days
A little bit more than I need to be the naive overlooking person I would love to be
Looking at this huge city from a luxurious building where flats are rented for 6000 dollars a month, made me want to shout out and being Palestinian I wanted to start throwing stones and break everything.
Trying to live the life of a local person in Kinshasa turned out a failure, I could not stop myself from being angry at myself and at everyone else for the horrible things I saw, I couldn’t stop myself feeling sorry for the tailor who very happily taught me to use his sewing machine … here see what I did …
These twisted lines are my nervousness and guilt of occupying this man’s space to do a crazy task and make an insignificant dress … this dress … looking at it now I just want to tear it apart and cover my stones with it so when you get injured, it will be beautiful.
Walking the muddy streets filled with gutters, mosquitoes and flies with my friend who was wearing high heels and full make up just made me realize the difference between perception and reality, her steps fast and light and mine heavy and angry together but hundreds of miles apart.
I refuse to wear my heels and fly over the mud, I, you and all of humanity we should all be crawling in the mud as we are crawling in our helplessness and our ignorance.
I refuse my dear mud creatures to not be able to refuse what it is being done and not refused by everyone.
I refuse to look for the eleven after the ten that I don’t really have.
By this nonsense, by this refusal, I leave you dear listeners
I am sure you are thinking that you accomplished a lot by listening to this episode
After all; I, you, we are just flies on the wall. Flies with high heels and make up.
If you like this episode share it with your muddy friends
And if you don’t like it which is more likely
I advise you to share it with your friends as well
Maybe, just maybe it will be able to change you.
From behind the microphone I was with you and not against you
انا زينة زعرور