I am in Bangui, city of soldiers and military, where good and evil mix.
The visit to the capital is always an adventure, which starts at the exit and ends at the arrival of Mongoumba.
In the turbulence of the quest for the cheapest marche (marketplace), from visits to the hospital to see the boys who came with us – one to operate an inguinal hernia, another malnourished – one moment made me pause to reflect on what my eyes really see … or maybe not!
While some did the shopping, others, in this case me, stayed in the car to take care of things (yes, because if we do not take it, everything that we buy may be stolen).
In the whirlwind of people passing by, a boy guides a blind old man towards the window of our car, he gives me a hand signal to give him money. I can’t resist and I give a small bundle of small coins that we always carry in the ashtray of the car! After a singila (thanks), they move away … After not even five minutes the same boy soon reappears with another old man also blind!!
At that moment I think if I give something, he will come back with another old man…!! I question the way the wraparound of coins is similar to the announcement of the Good News that brings me here!! ?? There is a proverb “the blindest is the one who sees and doesn’t want to see!”
In fact this made me reflect on the way we should see, feel, listen, touch, experience and announce…!!
(If there is another opportunity, of course that it will not miss, I’ll give him a hug and say that I’m from Cristiano Ronaldo’s country) … everyone knows me like this !!! They even call me “Cristiano”. (LOL) I’m sure that a smile I will win .. !!
Kisses to all
PS: Sorry for my writing, but writing e-mail on mobile is difficult… !!
Great hug in Jesus
I really love you …
Cristina CLM, Portugal