Retired VA Politico who now focuses on sub-Saharan Africa. Always hungry. Newly a heavy bag (boxing) enthusiast. Tweets are my own, RTs aren't endorsements
Norway fans are doing a “Viking Row” up the escalator at Boston’s South Station before heading to the World Cup
Adding this to the list of things I’ve never seen before and probably never will again
A Congolese man's motionless presence is seen as so critical to the team's success that the president of #DRCongo intervened to get him to the U.S. Here is the story of Michel Kuka Mboladinga, a nation's Soccer hero, the superfan who says he can stop goals. https://t.co/qVxxGAMd5x
Il n’y a qu’au Congo où tu peux trouver une chanson pour illustrer absolument chaque situation. 😭
Mbok’ elengi 🇨🇩🤍
Ba portugais 🇵🇹 tozo zela bino 🫵🏾🫵🏾⚔️
Cape Verde centre back Roberto 'Pico' Lopes has spent his entire career in Ireland, ignored a LinkedIn message from Cape Verde FA asking him to play for them because it was in Portuguese. A year later, they sent it in English. He accepted. An all-time great World Cup story.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
This is a place where every day you wake up you could experience everything from the greatest comeback in NBA Finals history to a person who’s celebrating a new business that’s open.