For poverty, as Renzo Martens concedes to the Congolese en passant, is not merely a curse but “a gift given for the better understanding of life;” so it is worthwhile to give this gift to the World. Subsequently, the blacks are no longer simply beggars, but proud bearers of a gift that renders an “emotional service” to those privileged enough to belong to the World. And this is what, in simple terms, RM shares with the Africans in awe of his panel of neon letters “ENJOY please POVERTY”: “the experience of your suffering makes me a better person. You’re really doing me a favour, merci beaucoup.”
