The President’s Son and the Waiter: A Tragedy Congo Didn’t Order

When Power Carries a Gun Instead of a Conscience: The Alleged Scandal That Shook Congo DRC

By The Girl Behind The Dreamer’s Pause

You know, I thought October was going to be peaceful. I thought maybe—just maybe—we could breathe a little after the chaos of September. But apparently, Congo said, “Hold my Fanta.”

Because now, allegedly (yes, I must say allegedly, before somebody’s uncle in a suit calls a lawyer), the president’s own son—Anthony Tshisekedi—has found himself in the middle of a scandal that has everyone’s jaws on the floor. Social media is burning up with reports that he allegedly shot and killed a waiter at a nightclub in Kinshasa after some kind of altercation.

A waiter, my people. Not a soldier. Not a political rival. A waiter. Someone’s child, someone’s sibling, someone who was just trying to do their job.

And I can’t lie—whether it’s true or not, this whole thing stinks of the same arrogance that has haunted Congo’s leadership for years. Because why on earth is the president’s son walking into a nightclub with a gun in the first place? Is he auditioning for an action movie? Or trying to prove that power means you can pull a trigger when you feel disrespected?

I mean, come on. It’s 2025. We’ve seen enough of this “above the law” nonsense. The country has been clawing its way toward justice, toward healing, toward something that actually looks like hope. Kabila’s ghosts are finally being confronted. Congo was starting to see light. And then—boom—this?

It’s not just a scandal; it’s a slap in the face. Because no matter how “alleged” it is, the symbolism is too loud to ignore. The son of the president, allegedly ending the life of a civilian? It’s not just bad optics—it’s emotional violence on a national scale.

And let’s be real: if it were an ordinary Congolese boy who had done this, he’d already be behind bars—or worse. But because he’s the president’s son, there’s that quiet fear that the truth might get buried under “ongoing investigations” and “we’re looking into it.”

Not this time. Not again. The people are watching. The internet never forgets.

May that waiter—whose name we might never even know—get the justice they deserve. Because Congo doesn’t need more princes with pistols; it needs leaders with hearts.

And please, October—don’t turn into another September. I beg.

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