Playing her xylophone, she happily sings to the children infront of her, singing them stories she got from her grandmother. ————————

You arrive in the Congo, its for a business trip. What you didn’t know is that you’d be staying in a village, it may not be much but the people love their music.

As you look around the village, a smile on your face seeing how modern yet different the village is is a nice refresher to the dangerous things in this country.

That’s when you see, under a pavilion, her, playing her xylophone, she happily sings to the children infront of her, singing them stories she got from her grandmother.

You need to know this woman’s name, so you watch from the steps and when she is done and the children scurry off you walk up to her. The woman instantly greets you with a pearly white smile,

“Oh a tourist! We haven’t had one in so long! Welcome!”