A thought for my people

I was born in Kinshasa in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC). My parents are from the coastal province of the Nether Congo. Neither too politicized nor too militarized, the Nether Congo is symbolically important in the making of the Congo. Congolese do not travel a lot, but for those we can and do, the cities of the province are privileged. The proximity to the capital Kinshasa is surely an advantage. But the province lacks a real political influence. To exist as a province in DRC, you need to be in the military. The true power is in the hands of the gunmen. The inhabitants of the Nether Congo known as NeKongo are not trained to violently impose their views. They tried lately with Moanda Ne Nsemi, but went nowhere. The strong and bloody military action against the NeKongo was silently supported by many fellow Congolese who feared the idea of another Congo with an independent Nether Congo.
It is difficult to both mourn and understand. When you hear that your people was murdered because their opinions found no place in the minds of those in power, you walk silently, and questioned the sense of belonging. You want to find excuses for your fellow Congolese who went to re-install the rule of fear. You convince yourself that anyone who speaks against the existence of the Congo as it is known to all of us should die. If they are few, they can be imprisoned. If they are more than hundreds they should be killed. In the shoes of those in power, the order is re-established when the jungle is silenced. No one speaking out his mind is the state of mind that should help fellow Congolese in power to work harder for the better. After all, if the sacrifice of hundreds killed in the Nether Congo can serve the interest of the majority why not. I hope really that those souls resting from the misery of the Congo are not better than those still in power inventing new methods to tyrannize the mortal among all mortals of the earth.