2. Who Are You?

Isookanga was holding a young smoke-dried python, rolled up in a circle. He turned to a mother dressed in a pagne that said, “My husband is capable.” [1] He needed to be done with it: “Give me thirty dollars.”
“Twenty.”
“All right, I’ll take it.”
After weeks on the water, the boat finally moored in Kingabwa, Kinshasa’s commercial port. Dockworkers were busy unloading and there was a general crush because, all at once, part of the crowd had come from the city to do their shop (…)