My words remain silent, And for thee my existence still a fable A dream that I shall never share, A poem never to be written – The Worshipper –
Near madness,
Strangled in the North, the Equator– Ngbadolite, Ngemena, to the Ubangui border– In the center, Tetela land–
Kisangani, Bunia–
In the south, the land of copper, Katanga, Cornered on all sides, deprived country, Following the indomitable flows of
Diagnosis: Negative Leadership
In the 60s, most of the African countries snatched precipitately their independences from the colonialists. Most of the time without a broad and unify vision to reconcile the leadership and the popular emancipatory aspirations of the people.
From the Book Peace By African’s Peaceful Means By Raïs Neza Boneza
With micro-cultural aspects, we shall concentrate our inquiry on local cul