De Congolese dichter en schrijver Alain Mabanckou werd geboren op 24 februari 1966 in Congo-Brazzaville (Frans Congo). Zie ook alle tags voor Alain Mabanckou op dit blog.
Uit: Black Bazaar (Vertaald door Sarah Ardizzone)
“I told Roger the French-Ivorian I didn’t like sheep and that I had never seen any that colour.
“You mean there aren’t any sheep in your district, over there in the Congo?”
“Well yes, you will find some among the traders in Trois-Cents, but their sheep aren’t even white, they are all black, with patches sometimes, and you can’t go telling credible stories with sheep like that. And another thing, the traders chop them up and sell them as kebabs at night in the streets.”
“Fine, all right then, but in these stories of yours, have you at least got a sea and an old man who goes fishing with a young boy?”
I said no because the sea frightens me especially since, like a lot of people in our country, I went to see Jaws and had to leave The Rex before the end of the film.
Roger the French-Ivorian signalled to Willy for two more Pelforts.
“Fine, all right then,” he went on, “but in these stories of yours, have you at least got an old man who reads love stories in the middle of the bush?”
“Oh no, and anyway how would we get love stories to the heart of the bush? Back home it would be mission impossible, our interior is closed off. There is only one road that goes there, and it dates back to colonial times.”
“You have been independent for nearly half a century and you’re telling me there’s only one road? What the hell have you been doing in all that time? You’ve got to stop blaming those settlers for everything! The Whites cleared off and they left you everything including colonial homes, electricity, a railway, drinking water, a river, an Atlantic Ocean, a seaport, Nivaquine, antiseptic and a town centre!”
“It’s nothing to do with me, it’s our governments who are to blame. If they had at least resurfaced the road the settlers left us, then today your old man could be sent his love stories. But let me tell you, that colonial road is a scandal …”
“What is the matter, eh? Why is it a scandal? Are you against the settlers or what? I say we owe the settlers respect! Me, I’ve had enough of people talking through their hats when those settlers conscientiously got on with their job of delivering us from the darkness and bringing us civilisation. Did they have to do all that, eh? You do realise that they worked like lunatics? There were mosquitoes, devils, sorcerers, cannibals and green mambas, there was sleeping sickness, yellow fever, blue fever, orange fever, rainbow fever and goodness knows what else.”
Alain Mabanckou (Congo-Brazzaville, 24 februari 1966)