Friends and family often ask me to photograph Kinshasa. Unfortunately Les Kinois don’t like to have their photos taken. It is taboo to take your camera out and just start shooting. People yell at you and point their fingers. At least that is what I heard. Recently I had the opportunity to go for a walk in Kin’s famed Commune de Limete. A couple colleagues had recently finished a solar installation in a health center that our organization, IMA World Health, built. They needed to go to the site and make sure that everything was working properly. I took the opportunity to get away from the desk and into the world. This is what I found.
If I had to sum up Kinshasa in just a few words, those would be the words. This city is full of color. The blue and yellow Espirit de Mort buses, painted in the image of the country’s flag, line the streets and carry residents from one end to the other. Everyone is on a mission to make it in this world. The unemployment rate among the young is 90%, but many work in the informal sector selling gum, cables, puppies, monkeys or just about anything else you can think of on the streets.
Walking, you will know the world.
This year’s rainy season brought several torrential down pours. The trash riddled roads cannot sustain the rain they receive each year. The rains had dug deep craters into the roads leading to the health center. So we had to park and walk a half an hour through the neighborhood to get there. This gave me the perfect opportunity to know THIS world that I have so rarely seen up close.
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Because of the rumors I had heard about Kinshasa’s distaste for photographers I had to keep my camera low on the waist. No time for framing or focusing, but I low the raw nature that this style brings to photos. No one is posing. No one is caring.
Kinshasa is the capital of the Democratic Republic of Congo. With a population of over 11 million, it is the third largest urban center in Africa. The majority of its inhabitants live in make-shift communes such as this one.
You know you are on the right track when you become uninterested in looking back.
The majority of the clothing items found for sale on the street have been sold many times over from one continent to another, until they finally find their resting place in the streets and villages of Africa.
There are no formal trash collectors so much of the trash ends up on streets like this one, providing a colorful texture to the commune.
Architect, Hugo Kalemba, poses with a new mother at Mudishu Health Center in Kinshasa.
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