Kinsangani

i have so much tears to weep for you, i left the hope to submerge in the clouds, but i know soon the river would spare me the wallow, enough not to upset the apple-cart.

our history spoke and embossed a culprit between our settlers today and will mark another to those that will be born tomorrow, and I, I have been silently revolting, penetrating my entire being like a sore thumb in this nation where I temporarily occupy, a territory that is partly mine.

I look forward to the day that i would finally see you face to face, and to finally embrace my "min broers" and "min susters" who will become more than just a contribution to life and be treated like those that breathe an overwhelming life.

not most would understand why, but to care for the "most" had never been an option nor will be a choice, for once, the "most" are acquiesced, and mostly, they have been the reason why we constantly chase Zaire.

to be divided by great waters and mountains, the quest that bridge the essence of my youth with your existence is the hope that i have carried and will always carry, the hope and the strong will to be united with nature and our people.

"droog julle oog" hush now my broers and susters, it is not you, it is not you i know, the sparrow that flies into the dining hall at night, where nothing and no one is safe. it 's not you i know.