When I am in Congo, I always come across a tribal mask or two. First, I look at them through my American or even African-American eyes. I do not recognize the people or meaning. Next, I try to look at them through the eyes or mind of a Congolese. I still do not recognize the people or meaning.
Masks tell stories. They have meaning. Sometimes the meaning is not so obvious. The same is true for working with the rural poor people of Congo. But you have to ask and ask to find out the meaning why poverty exist.
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