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Greed Kills

Richard Nomba Tshimanga is a volunteer with the Congolese Development Project and the Centre for African Entrepreneurship, assisting with their respective food support projects during the pandemic. Here, he tells a tale in Congolese French about the pitfalls of greed. It’s a tale which is told all over Africa and a timely reminder about how we must not let our greed infect us in Covid Times. Translated below in English.

Once upon a time there was a very rich man, the richest man in his village. He was also the most miserly man. He was nicknamed M’bibizo, meaning “the miser”. M’bibizo was uniquely stingy. With no wife nor employees, he did everything himself – even all the housework himself. He was proud of spending nothing. One day, M’bibizo fell into a well. He cried out for help and his nearest neighbour came running and held out his and, exclaiming:

“M’bibizo, give me your hand so I can get you out of the well.”

But M’bibizo hated giving anything! He hesitated to give his hand.
That hesitation was fatal. Probably he would have survived if only he had given his neighbour his hand. The wise men of the village warned that it was indeed greed that killed rich M’bibizo.

Greed Kills (audio 1)

French: Bonjour. Je vais raconter une histoire d'un des leaders d'un groupe musical congolais appelé Langa Langa Stars, qui a décidé d'aller voir un féticheur pour avoir plus de succès. Cette histoire s'est déroulée pendant les années 1984. À cette époque, la musique congolaise était marquée par la prolifération et la séparation des grands groupes musicaux. Le musicien qu'il allait voir s'appelait [inconnu]. Le féticheur lui a demandé d'offrir en sacrifice son père, en prélevant simplement le sable sur lequel son père marcherait, afin d'obtenir le succès qu'il était venu chercher. Après avoir réfléchi, le musicien a accepté et a promis de revenir dans les 48 heures suivantes. Curieusement, le musicien s'est caché près de la cabane du féticheur pour surveiller ses mouvements. Quand le féticheur est sorti pour faire des courses, le musicien est allé récupérer le sable sur lequel lui-même avait marché, et qu'il remettrait après les 48 heures. Le féticheur a accepté le sable et a commencé à faire ses incantations. À la fin de celles-ci, en regardant dans son miroir magique, il a vu son propre visage apparaître et s'est demandé ce que cela signifiait. Il a alors crié : "Au moins une corruption, je veux mourir, je veux être sacrifié à cause de la musique de ce musicien." Le féticheur est décédé, et le musicien, dans un état de transe, est sorti. Il a créé une danse appelée "Miri," qui a connu un grand succès dans les années 1983, et qui a été chantée comme sui : [il chante]. La morale de cette histoire est qu'il ne faut jamais se considérer plus intelligent que les autres. Merci. Théodore Manzambi, du Projet de Développement Congolais.

English (translation): Good morning. I'm going to tell a story about one of the leaders of a Congolese musical group called Langa Langa Stars, who decided to go see a witch doctor to have more success. This story took place during the years 1984. At that time, Congolese music was marked by the proliferation and separation of major musical groups. The musician he was going to see was called [unknown]. The witch doctor asked him to offer his father as a sacrifice, simply by taking the sand on which his father would walk, in order to obtain the success he had come to seek. After some thought, the musician agreed and promised to return within the next 48 hours. Oddly enough, the musician hid near the witch doctor's cabin to monitor his movements. When the witch doctor went out to go shopping, the musician went to collect the sand on which he himself had walked, and which he would put back after the 48 hours. The witch doctor accepted the sand and began to perform his incantations. At the end of these, while looking in his magic mirror, he saw his own face appear and wondered what that meant. He then shouted: "At least one corruption, I want to die, I want to be sacrificed because of this musician's music." The witch doctor died, and the musician, in a trance state, came out. He created a dance called "Miri," which was very successful in 1983, and which was sung as follows: [he sings]. The moral of this story is that you should never consider yourself smarter than others. Thank you. Théodore Manzambi, from the Congolese Development Project.