A microcosm of an African people: Makara
The woman holds the knife in her hand
Fiddling with the firewood on the ground
Grilled on it was the family's main food today
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This is a rural area in the Democratic Republic of the Congo in Africa
Over here
All you can see is the norm
The man sitting in the chair is called Macara
At this time
He was discussing something with his wife
Build a house
You can't imagine it
The tattered mud house in front of me was rented
I see that the rent is about to expire
Makara wanted to be his wife and his three children
Build a house
He drew his ideal house on paper with a pencil
Because there are three children
So prepare three rooms
Plant some apple and orange trees at the door
This way you don't have to go to the market to buy fruit
Dig another small pond
Convenient for the wife to raise ducks
Plan everything for the macla
With the motivation to live
Early the next morning
Just go out and work
Makara carried the tool on his shoulder
Walked barefoot to his destination
In front of a big tree that needs to be hugged by three people
Cut down trees!
Cutting down trees in the Drc. Islamic Republic of the Congo is a means of earning a living
The huge tree trunk contrasts sharply with Makara's small body
In the spirit of hope for life
Makara slashed down with one axe and one axe
He didn't wear shoes
The foot was accidentally pierced into it
Go home and let your wife pick it out
The man went on and on cutting down trees
The pressures of life give Makala infinite power
Under his efforts
The tree collapsed
The man sat in the shade of a tree and rested
His mission is not over
Also divide the trunk into many small sections
This is another tough challenge for the exhausted Makala
Fortunately, at this time
Makara's wife finished her work
Choose to come over and help your husband
But because of carelessness
Hurt his own hand
This left Marquera alone again
Nearly two days
Makara had finally broken down all the trunks
He used a lot of dirt
Fill these trunks
Then open your mouth
Throw the torch in
A simple "charcoal kiln" was built
Every day thereafter
Makara left early and returned late
Guard the kiln he made
At night
The family continues to eat roast rats
Makara said to his wife
Tomorrow he's going to town to sell coal
Money from selling coal
You can build a house
You can hardly imagine
One bike was loaded with hundreds of pounds of coal
Makara fastened them to the bike
When it gets dark
He chose to go out
By the lights of passing cars on the road
Makara pushed his bike
Step by step towards town
On this long road
No one will know what is happening
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The man was pushing a bicycle
The car was full of cargo
Push and push
The man began to cry
The road to town is bumpy
Makara encountered a big uphill
Bicycles carrying hundreds of pounds of coal suddenly became "squeamish"
Makara moved hard
Nothing happened
All the heartache poured out in this instant
Tears slid down his face
Makara bowed his head in thought
Pray
Maybe it was the children and his wife who gave him strength
Little by little, Makara pushed the bike up
He sat exhausted on the ground
Pull it out of your pocket
Potatoes that have hardened
Sprinkle with a pinch of salt
He ate it
After eating, he began to hurry again
Keep walking
Traffic
Dust was lifted
Confuse the man's eyes
To prevent the bike from falling over
Makara had no choice but to close her eyes
From day to night
Makara came to the gathering place of the charcoal sellers
They fell asleep without much greeting each other
The next day Makara had a companion
In front of him were two bicycles carrying coal
It may be forced by the pressure of life
Those people didn't want to be with Makara
Gradually, they left him behind
evening
Makara, who took a break on the road, also understood this
So I chose to rush overnight
After an overnight trek
The man chose to lie in the shade of a tree and rest for a while
That's when it happened
A truck passes by
Knock down a bike parked in Macara on the side of the road
The coals in the bag were scattered all over the place
The man looked at the scene in front of him in confusion
Malaka has no extra bags
You can only consider yourself unlucky
With the help of well-meaning passers-by
Malaka's car was lifted
The tires were drying up by this time
Helpless, he could only move on
however
Bad things happen one after another
At the time of the approach to town
Makara was stopped by a prime-age man
Face Makala's pleas
The man was unmoved
He thought Makarazi was making excuses
He was then searched
It was finally determined that Makala was indeed penniless
At the cost of a bag of coal
Let him go
The red of the setting sun
It came into Makala's eyes
Staring blankly at Makara around
Pushing a bicycle with only half of the coal left
Walk slowly towards town
What kind of trouble will he face next?
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This man is very good at "doing business"
200 catties of coal
He only sold for 21 bucks
Night falls
A dark-skinned man pushes a bicycle
The tires of the bike had dried up
The car was carrying piles of coal
The man was Makara
He finally reached the town
It's bustling
There are vendors selling things on the road
Vehicles coming and going
Passers-by who gather to chat
Malaka pushed his bike
Came to a dilapidated mud-tiled house
He knocked on the door
It was his sister-in-law who opened the door
After a brief greeting
Face the sister-in-law's retention
Malaka chose to leave
My own woman sent reading here
He was afraid that his daughter would be reluctant to see him
Before leaving
Malaka took out a pair of shoes
Let the sister-in-law give it to her daughter
This aggrieved father
I never forgot my children
Maraka after leaving
Spent the night outside
Morning
He pushed his bicycle to the bazaar
The coals on the car made him conspicuous
He was quickly stopped
The woman asked about the price of coal
Malaka obviously doesn't do business
He began to stick to 3500 bags of coal
A bag was bargained by the woman to 2000
Malaka managed to sell two bags of coal
Then a few more people came up to bargain with Maraka
But it's different from before
Malaka refused their price
Malaka pushed the cart
Came to a pharmacy
The doctor asked about her child's condition
The corresponding drug was prescribed
Makara hesitated in these medications
In the end, the cheapest one was chosen
Then he came to a hardware store
Ask for the price of a metal plate
The price of 11150 put Makala into silence
We need to know that the price for which Malaka sold a bag of coal was 2,000 francs
The equivalent of only 7 yuan is only 7 yuan
And to build a house you need 15 such metal plates
Faced with expensive prices
Malaka turned and left the hardware store to continue selling his coal
A man came up to bargain
He wanted to buy all his remaining coal for 2,000 francs
Also asked for Makara delivery to the door
Low price
Jean Macara simply refused the request
Faced with Makala's refusal
The man said
If no one buys it, give it to him
The sky is getting darker
There are also fewer and fewer people on the streets
Makara still sold the coal to the men
On the way back
Makara pushed his bike to a place
This is a gathering place for Christian believers
People here sing and dance
Makara chooses a place to sit
People tell of their misfortunes
Hope to be redeemed by the Lord
The infected Makara also joined in
apparently
The Lord did not hear His voice
Makara the next day
Pushing his bike
Towns with the Democratic Republic of the Congo
With his ideal house
Drift away
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In the Democratic Republic of the Congo
There are many more situations like this
Makara is a microcosm
Also a representative
We always laugh at a person with "African refugees."
But we have never really seen the miserable lives of the African people
I think
We are lucky
Our fathers had that experience of hunger and cold
now
The country prospered
The motherland is rich and strong
No one worries about not being able to eat
We have the respectable Mr. Yuan Longping
There is a habit of putting oneself in the shoes of the people
We live in such an environment
More should know how to cherish