Mythology The Sleeping Lady

Irruption fire


Thursday, February 10 is the anniversary date Nyarkos death, Grandmaster sapologue died in 1995, and the opportunity for some of the fire Brazzaville and almost all of those in Kinshasa to meet at the cemetery of Gombe.
Last year, I saw the delegation Brazzavillois stroll along the boulevard of 30 June, but I did (stupidly) agreed not to follow them to the cemetery. This year appointment was made in 13 hours, but missed an appointment due to no car.
And I really missed something by the testimony and cross-Arnaud Christelle: 300 sappers have invaded the cemetery, for a hallucinatory parade and confused in an electric atmosphere, with fire in his underwear (branded, of course) on adjacent graves, sappers who fall into holes, which share a few gaskets with cops supposed to organize it all, a wizard who opportunity to do some fetish, dad and Claw, Imperial, who coordinates everything.
night, anyway, the opening of a photo exhibition at the RTC, the event will remind us, since a score of survivors of the fire cemetery burst into the room, and parade before the small audience stunned and delighted .
Among them, Claw Daddy, of course, in a suit he designed himself, but also an illustrious representative of the Congo opposite, seventy-two, blue suit and pipe in mouth, son and grandson putative Nyarkos, burgundy suit and close approach of Silly Walks Monty Python.
The rest of the evening will go to space Sadi.











It's hard to explain effect produced by the fire in Kinshasa: they generally arrive nganda in a battered neighborhood of the city (in Matonge, for example), parade and pose so outraged, exhibit labels of the most prestigious brands, claim the price it cost ("It is expensive" is the phrase that comes up most often), compare the prices of houses in the neighborhood ("Three plots Ngiri Ngiri!"), challenge each other in battles of burlesque and go accompanied by a small crowd cheering. Be
sapper in a city like Kinshasa miserable is to make a radical arm of honor and pleasurable to the poverty that never ends.