How we came to Kindumbo and I started my doctoral career


I'm sitting in my chair in the store, writing my book, but I'm watching my husband. Like every day, he's in a suit and polished shoes. He holds a cigarette in his hand, leans against a railing and talks to a young boy. They laugh together and wave their arms around each other. The young man is up to his chest, his hair resembles an angry tarantula, his jeans are dressed in such a style that they go down to his ankles and every time he has flip-flops on his feet. Interesting boy, I've noticed him before, my husband talks to him quite regularly for the last few days. After a few minutes, they pat each other on the back and the husband returns to the store. He sits across from me, "How's it going?" he asks curiously about the continuation of my book. "Slowly," I answer, but I'm completely out of my mind. He can read and speak English "The guy I just talked to," he begins. "Yes, I noticed him, he looks like an angry tarantula, what is he?" I answer curiously. "What? An angry tarantula?" my answer made him laugh. "Don't you think so?" I ask him laughing, but I don't expect an answer. I see how impatient it is to tell me the information he has learned. And I'm also curious what that boy is. "His name is Kindumbo." I try to repeat the name, but I feel like I'm going to break my tongue before I can pronounce it. "He works in a bar as a doorman and takes care of the owners and would like to work for us," my husband pours me one sentence after another. "Work for us?" I ask a little scared, because I can't imagine having another employee. "He only works for housing, he has no salary, he is clever, smart, docile and has been coming here for several days," the husband lobbies for the "tarantula". "Where do you want to put him?" I ask about my husband's plan. "I don't know, I'll leave it to you," he replies, leaning contentedly in the back of his chair. And it is clear to him that he has won. "I'll take him to the factory. Can he read?" I think aloud and find out his possibilities. "Yes, he can and speak English," Iko reassures me, waving across the shop window to Kindumbo and calling him to us. "Like right now?" I ask frightened. "Well, he wants to start working now, you can test him," he explains with a smile. I close my laptop annoyed because it is clear to me that I will not be able to write today. Housing problems A few weeks passed, and after a long private conversation with Kindi, as we began to call him, Iko took my hand and led me out of the store. "Kindi has housing problems," he tells me, but I feel it's not just a message. It is also an unspoken question: What are we going to do about it? "She's moving in with us," she said completely spontaneously. "Seriously?" my husband asks excitedly. "Well, we have a big apartment, we are there alone, it works for us, I think it's the perfect solution before he finds something," I reply, and in fact I defend this decision for myself. Kindumbu has been living with us for several weeks and we spend evenings on the balcony together. I tell stories from the Czech Republic and he tells us his life and childhood. I have to admit that Kindi has brought a lot of energy and inspiration into our lives, we can laugh for hours when we have tears. We return home in the afternoon after visiting the clinic, where my husband took me for an examination of my shoulder. Kindumbu stayed at home today and took over cooking and cleaning. I'm standing in front of the door, looking forward to the plaster shell they made at my clinic. It itches everywhere, I'm really unwell and I want to sit somewhere under the air conditioning. Ik finally unlocked it and I can cool off. Kindumbo looks incomprehensibly at what I'm wearing and sympathetically says to her husband, "Boss, why did you let her do this?" We both burst out laughing. Poor Kindi is standing at the door, looking at me unhappily. My husband explains why he let me cast and what the benefits are for me: D "I see," Kindi adds, forgiving her husband for allowing me to be so hard. A giant sac and the birth of a doctor It's morning and we're getting ready for more soap production. Kindi arrives a little later and his face looks like he has an apple in his mouth. "What happened?" I ask curiously, looking at the "beauty". "Boss, my tooth hurts," he replies sadly. "Have you been to the dentist?" I ask with concern. "He was, but I have something there and I have to wait for it to disappear," he replies desperately. "What do you have there? They can't leave you like that!" I answer a little scared and angry at the same time. "I don't know, but it hurts terribly," he adds unhappily. "Should I look at it?" I offer my services and start my career as a doctor. "Yeah, please," he replies without hesitation. My husband and I set up an "operating room" together, I put on my gloves, my husband picks up the phone, turns on the flashlight, and together we look for a problem in Kindi's mouth. "There's a bag like thunder," I announce my expert verdict. "What with this?" Kindi asks with a desire for help from the pain and ready for anything. "Well, I don't know, if I had it, I'd stab and squeeze it, but it's up to you." I answer his questions. "And will you do it?" he asks, hoping to get rid of the pain. "Well, I can," I say hesitantly. "But it will probably hurt," I point out the consequences of the operation. "It doesn't matter, I can handle it, especially when it's gone "Kindi answers determinedly. I pull out sterile needles, 90% alcohol, gauze and tampons." You can't bite me! "I add before the procedure itself." No, don't worry, just give it away, "Kindi begs. is out, the next day the swelling fell and the pain disappeared, so my doctor's career in Angola began: D Kindi and his past Kindi joined us when he was 24 years old, he lived with us for almost two years, we lived with him his love, worries and joys. We experienced his move to a new house with him, dealt with several of his work steps, baked 5 cakes for his birthday and together we undertook several nature-adventure expeditions. He became part of our family. He climbed every tree for me, climbed into every grate, and never dodged any challenge. Kindombo experienced the war, at the age of seven he was abducted by soldiers to a camp where he had to undergo training. At the age of eleven, he managed to escape from the camp. He had to go through a war zone that was mined and through the jungle. He walked several hundred kilometers to get back to his family. The journey took him a month, he had to make his own food, think about where to go so that the army would not take him again, and hide. To this day, he prefers to sleep when the light is on, and when he wakes up unexpectedly, his fingers point at you instead of the machine gun. However, he became the father of two children and the great NKAKA. It deals with the history and traditions of Africa and is preparing a book on this topic in collaboration with a Brazilian university. I will never forget his morning announcement after he disobeyed my special drops. "Boss, I thought my ass would fly!" : D That's only because he gave about ten instead of the recommended one drop.