Sacré Maleno

Antoine Ngavwa was a special man; he wanted to be special and loved to create sensational stories about himself. So many aknecdotes!

The man with the katch claimed, in front of anyone who would listen, that he would die at 45. He lived 11 more years. "Katch me kanguka" was part of his silly sound. To his followers, for he had some among his patients, the traditional healer-practitioner told them that he would die and be resurrected three days later. Like Jesus Christ. I never heard it from him, but it was said. He wanted to create a true living legend through this mysticism. He called nuns his semeki, meaning sisters-in-law, wives of his older brother Jesus. He wore a relatively long and bushy gray-white beard, which gave him the appearance of a madman, a magician, and an African sage all at once. When Father Oscar Makolo forbade us (both of us) in July 1978 from presenting the jury to Catholic universities, he called this adventure Muchacha. In his mind, it meant rout, flight, following the defeats of the FAZ at the Muchacha front during the so-called Shaba War. He had a gift for creating words with surprising ease. "Mupratos" was Kenge's Bar Kapende or Kapertos. "Penepene" in his repertoire didn't mean "near" but "otherwise." He also liked to replace "mbayimbayi" with "penepene" in the song "Telema Mfumu telame ee, mbayimbayi bantu kudisikisa

The Master of the City could create outlandish stories from scratch, like a keen observer and inspired storyteller. If he were married, he told me with conviction, he would have been polygamous. Dima Mboka Ezanga's child, Witness, was good company when he was in a good mood, but execrable and unrecognizable from tic to tac. The guy could make you laugh and then immediately get angry without transition, or even for no good reason. He loved the grotesque, crude humor, and diatribe. In 4football, this improvised comedian sometime9s played with his hands in his pockets. In Rome, for a long time, he wore a cassock morning, noon, night. One day, he felt like playing football in a cassock, and I stopped him. Sacred Maleno. In Ingolstadt, where he worked in July 1982 at an Audi vehicle assembly plant, he inadvertently consumed Wurtz dog treats. Said he himself. With his natural athletic build, this karate-boxer could terrorize a child to the point of pissing him off. I witnessed it. There was a myth surrounding Faustin Antoine Mampuya, he created it himself. "Che forza selvaggia," Jeff Kisseka once exclaimed in Rome. That, too, was once Lebungisa Ngavwa Ondjo, The Man. You either loved him or you hated him. Ooooo, I'll stop ther

Turtle, wherever you are, remember everything I know that you know, and everything you know that I know. Friend forever! Fate has made our paths cross and separate. Eternal rest, Maleno! e.."