My earliest travel memory: A President and a piece of chicken (#indie2012)

My earliest memory of travel is when, at six years of age and just four feet high, I walked over to Mobutu Sese Seko at a cocktail reception and offered him a piece of chicken.

Even without the above photograph, the memory is vivid.  Like most six-year olds, I had wandered away from my parents. Of course, I didn’t know or realize who he was at the time. I had noticed how he towered over almost everyone in the room. Intrigued and fearless, I stepped up to him.

I don’t recall what happened to the piece of chicken in my right hand, but I do remember this giant of a man in a pinstripe suit leaning over me, smiling. I had caught him by surprise. Yet I was the one who forgot about my parents, not noticing that my mother turned up in front of me, watching alongside a small crowd surrounding the Maréchal and I.

We were in Zaire – now called the Democratic Republic of Congo. My dad had taken my mom and I along on one of his business trips. That night was the opening reception for an annual bank meeting; a gathering of dignitaries and heads of state.

Growing up, my dad had a prestigious career in international development, as an economist – from working for Emperor Haile Selassie I of Ethiopia and accompanying him on overseas delegations, to later joining an international organization. Work took my father to every corner of Africa, as well as beyond, from Asia to Europe and the Americas. My mother experienced much of it with him and loved the adventures (and the shopping). I still browse through their old photo albums and smile at them posing on the Champs Elysées or standing across from Victoria Falls.

There’s no doubt that I have my dad to thank for my wanderlust. And for this first childhood travel memory, too – of me, attracting this infamous African President with a piece of chicken.

This week’s prompt on “Family Travel Memories” from the BootsnAll 2012  Indie Travel Challenge inspired my post.  


  1. What a cool picture and story!

  2. Thanks, Jay! I scanned the photo and it’s back in the old album but maybe I should frame it, as a reminder of my first travels.

  3. What a wonderful memory and beautiful post. Our parents are often our first teachers. And yes, your wanderlust was a given with your family history. It must be amazing to sift through those photos. Great picture and vivid memories that will last for life.

  4. Thanks Shermika! Travel is one of the best gifts. I cherish those albums! I go through them at least a couple of times a year. In fact I just got an idea for a future post! :-)

  5. Awesome! You’re girl after m own heart, offering a dignitary some chicken. Gotta love it!

  6. Diana – too funnny, I guess that’s some creativity right there!

  7. What a wonderful story! Saw your title in a sea of the TBEX monthly posts and thought, “A President and a piece of chicken? This has to be good.” It was great!

  8. Thanks, Robyn! Am glad you liked it :). I appreciate you stopping by and sharing. I still need to catch up on all the TBEX posts!

  9. Beautiful pictures. Is your mother name Tsegenet?