It all started when...
I finally understood why the Luba people from the Democratic Republic of the Congo greet each other by saying "Moyo".
"Moyo" in Tshiluba, the language of the Luba tribe, means "Life". In a way, they see life in the other, and acknowledge its endless possibilities. It's a beautiful notion - one that crosses many other cultural and ethnic groups. The same goes for "Shalom" in Hebrew, which means "Peace" or "Namaste" in some parts of India, which is an acknowledgement of the greatness in someone else.
At 17 years old, I fled the DR Congo in August 1998 due to the civil unrest that was consuming my country. I was born from Congolese parents in the US which made me a citizen by birth - hence my citizenship- but still Congolese by blood, and everything else. I had to restart my life over once I reached the US, and thus begin a journey of faith, discovery, hardship, and learning. Every opportunity presented to me came from people who thought of me as someone worth their time, investments and sacrifice. In essence, many people thought my life was worth being acknowledged, and that my dreams and aspirations worth being spoken into existence.
Everyone saw "Moyo" in me. I think it's my turn to see it in the lives of others.