Norina
My friend: How were you after the shooting?
Me: Well… I was fine, at least Bemba had to leave for good.
MF: But I was not. I’ve become so scare of everything. Every time, I heard the thunderstorm, I grab my children and hide under my bed because I think it is another shooting. My husband said that I could not live like that, but how?
Me: I’m sorry to hear that and it struck me hard seeing you like this, thin and worn out.
MF: I couldn’t eat, loosing my appetite. I couldn’t even think clearly. And I no longer do any sport. I sit for hours staring at swimming pool but I couldn’t plunge my self into it.
Me: My dear, you couldn’t continue like that. Think positive.
MF: Yes, I know. But I will leave this country. We will move to Dubai or Joburg. Just give my husband some time to arrange his business.
Me: Joburg is a crime- ridden city, people live in the caged-house with iron fences and guns. I don’t think it is a better choice.
MF: Well, it is quite true. That’s why we prefer Dubai and all I want is to be out of Africa.
Me: Yeah, living in Africa is never easy. And the sad thing is you see no hope and you see no future.
MF: You hear anything from the Embassy about the upcoming situation?
Me: No, I didn’t but everybody are so disappointed. The new government hasn’t done a thing. They just need to build some roads for instance. The Congolese are very easy, that will please them enough.
MF: I don’t understand either why Kabila doesn’t do anything. But, what’s about you, you like it here?
M: Actually, I have nothing against this country, it is just… just so far and away from home.
