It’s the 1st of October, and I can’t believe this is what I’m posting first on my blog. Heavy. Traumatizing. Shocking. But somehow… it feels like justice is finally speaking.
Joseph Kabila. That man. The one who ruled Congo for almost two decades, while the country burned, bled, and screamed under corruption, fear, and violence. And now — finally — a military court in Kinshasa has sentenced him to death in absentia. Treason. Collusion with rebels. Crimes against humanity. Murder. Torture. Insurrection. Guilty. End of story.
Do I celebrate death? No. But let’s be real. There are people in this world who deserve to face consequences, and Kabila is one of them. Piles of dead bodies. Mothers screaming. Children killed. Families destroyed. And some people still call him a “hero”? Are you serious?
I remember as a child, back when CDs were still a thing, seeing footage I will never forget. Soldiers throwing people into rivers alive, shooting them, piling corpses into trucks while laughing. Mothers crying. Children on the floor. Blood everywhere. Horror. And now people are shocked he got a death sentence? Please.
And let me say this loud and clear: it’s not just him. His family — including his wife, Marie Olive Lembe di Sita, and his children — they all knew. I know she knew. I know they knew what he was doing to Congo for over 20 years. They profited, enabled, or turned blind eyes. And if the DRC ever investigates them properly? They should not just face legal consequences—they should lose everything. Passports revoked, documents canceled, businesses seized, corporate empires nationalized. Every penny, every asset, every illegal advantage taken from Congo? Gone. Permanently.
We cannot let this slide. Not now. Not ever. We cannot let families profit from crime while the nation suffers. That is injustice. And Congo deserves better. We deserve better.
Joseph Kabila is not a hero. He is a monster. His legacy is blood, corruption, and terror. And if anyone dares call him a “fallen hero” again, remember the children, the mothers, the blood, the fear. Remember the nation he almost destroyed.
Finally, finally, justice has spoken. But let’s not stop here. Let’s make sure this moment counts. That truth, accountability, and rebuilding follow. That Congo rises. That no one else ever dares.
— The Girl Behind The Dreamer’s Pause
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