Now I have found a language even more cynical than my own: In Kilanga the word mzolo is used in three different ways, at least. It means "most dearly beloved". Or it is a thick yellow grub highly prized for fish bait. Or it is a type of tiny potato that turns up in the market now and then, always sold in bunches that clump along the roots like knots on a string. And so we sing at the top of our lungs in church: "Tata Nzolo!" To whom are we calling? I think it must be the god of small potatoes.