When Seb and I landed at Congo’s second-national airport on the 7th of January, it was a return to very warm weather, friendly faces and familiar sounds. Among the usual chatter of Bonjours and Ça vas were many well-wishes of Bonne Année (Happy New Year). Some of these greetings were politely directed at us, but most of them I overheard amongst the Congolese to each other. The airport is always crowded and chaotic, not just with passengers but with many employees working shoulder-to-shoulder day in and day out. It was these employees I overheard greeting each other even though it was nearly noon, and wishing each other a happy new year even though it was already a week after the holiday.
I have been meaning to write about this “greeting” business for some time now. It’s not a big surprise that the people who work for our particular company are nice and polite with us, but what I find a true and heartwarming reflection of their character is how they are with each other. Each morning, when gardeners and housekeepers arrive at the houses in our neighborhood to begin work, I can open my window and hear a chorus of Jambo Mamas and Jambo Papas all around me. (Jambo meaning hello, and mama/papa being titles of affection and respect.) These greetings are followed by Jambo Sana (hello very much) in return, habari (what’s new) and mzuri (it’s good), followed by a little chit-chat maybe, but not too much, and then everyone heads off to their jobs. Throughout the day I continue to hear greetings such as these, and know that someone new must be passing through the neighborhood. Sometimes I hear singing, usually a gardener outside trying to keep things interesting, or songs off in the distance coming from beyond our gates or the next hill. It doesn’t seem to matter if the weather is bad, if someone didn’t get enough sleep, or if someone just came down with malaria – you can count on the Congolese to greet each other with extreme warmth and sincerity each and every day.
I don’t mean to paint a completely utopian picture here. There are occasional disagreements or the odd surly character, and I have stories to publish about them too. But for the most part, the Congolese are extremely warm and friendly people. It must be difficult to believe given their habit of NOT smiling anytime their photo is taken… but truly, in person, their smiles are offered freely and often. When Seb and I first moved here, everyone treated us politely and seemed nice enough at the time. Over time and with repeated exposure, I’ve noticed a change. There seems to be true warmness and sincerity now with the people we’ve gotten to know, even with relative strangers such as vendors at the local village market or cashiers in the shops in Lubumbashi. Maybe it’s the warmness and sincerity on my part which is often offered first, then met in equal measure. Over time I’ve changed too.
So happy new year to all! It may be the last day of January, but it’s not too late. Just yesterday a Congolese acquaintance I hadn’t seen since last year greeted me with a very warm Bonne Année! I’ll take it as a fitting reminder that the year has still just begun, and it’s not too late to remember resolutions I intended to start thirty-one days ago.
La bonne année est toujours agréable d’entendre. Vous n’avez certainement pas la chance de vous rouler dans la neige pour cette occasion.
Oui, il n’y a pas de neige ici, mais chez vous c’était très amusant! A nouveau tradition pour la famille Lavoie chaque année j’espère??!
What a wonderful story. It seems that the more we have materially, then more uncivil we become. These people don’t have what we have in this world, but they certainly sound much more civil and polite toward others. You are lucky to have this experience.
I agree! Often wondered about the “link” between the pursuit of material things and civility. It’s not a perfect relationship but may start to explain some things. I do, unfortunately, have some stories to share that put a kink in this hypothesis, but for the most part I find it refreshing to walk around town here (hearing all kinds of hellos and how are yous) versus at home (where it seems strange to say hello to strangers in passing).
Hello Jen; we enjoyed your New Year story. We found many Hellos as we travelled south IF we would first greet them. Grandpa like to start a conversation with people in the restaurants. Dan & Kay are with us and your Mom is treating us royally. Weather is so different here right now than in Kansas. It was close to zero where we left and 72 when we got arrived in Florida. Love from all of us AND HAPPY NEW YEAR. Grandma
Finally a reply, 13 months later! 2013 was a bad year of no blogging. Hopefully you got the emails I sent though, I remember one inviting you to visit me in Quebec City. Heard you had a great time in Florida, I can only imagine! Much love.