All I See Is Water: Where Is the Leadership?

All I See Is Water: Where Is the Leadership?

I don’t really know where to begin. Kinshasa is drowning—again. And not just in water, but in grief, confusion, and what feels like abandonment.

As of April 8, 2025, at least 33 people have lost their lives after heavy rains caused the Ndjili River to flood its banks. This started around April 5. Whole homes were swallowed up. Streets became rivers. And the silence from leadership? Deafening.

I don’t want to be that person who complains. I really don’t. But I can’t keep quiet. The help that’s supposedly out there—it’s not visible. People are sleeping in the open. Others are mourning their loved ones. Drinking water is gone in many areas. Roads to the airport were washed out. And yet... we’re told not to worry? That help is coming?

I want to believe that. I really do. But from where I’m sitting, I just don’t see it.

This isn’t even the first time. Back in 2022, Kinshasa faced another deadly flood—over 100 lives gone. Two years later, here we are again. So my question is: what changed? What have we done since then to make sure this wouldn’t happen again? If the answer is "not much," then we need to talk about that.

The president had a crisis meeting. He made a statement. But to be honest, it’s not enough. We need to see leadership. We need to feel that someone is fighting for us, that someone has our back. Because right now, it feels like people are fighting to survive on their own.

I’m not asking for perfection. I’m asking for presence. I’m asking for a leader who shows up—not just in words, but in action. Someone who acts like they have a go-go inside them—moving, doing, responding with heart and urgency. The people are not lazy. They are not weak. But they are tired of crying with no one listening.

Please, this week—this week—let there be a solid, visible, real plan. No more “we’ll see.” No more “coming soon.” Just real help. Real leadership. Real care.

That’s all I’m asking.

Remake The Bodyguard? No Thanks — Hire Me Instead!

“Remake The Bodyguard? No Thanks — Hire Me Instead!”

I just saw a post that made my eyes roll so hard they almost flew out my head.

A remake of The Bodyguard? I mean — really? Of all the things you could put money and time into, Warner Bros. decided to touch one of the most iconic films ever made? Nah. This generation’s creativity is in the ICU.

Let me be clear: Whitney Houston wasn’t just a lead actress in The Bodyguard — she was the movie. Her voice, her aura, her elegance, her fire, her magnetism — it all radiated through the screen. That woman carried that film with grace and strength like nobody else could. Try to “remake” that? You’d be better off trying to bottle lightning.

And let’s be real: this is not about honoring her legacy. This is about money. And I just know Pat Houston is somewhere in the mix. Maybe Clive Davis too — maybe not. But Pat? Yeah, my instincts are screaming. Every time there’s a new Whitney-related project that doesn’t sit right, her name pops up like an ad you didn’t ask for. Gritty doesn’t even begin to describe it.

Now, if this remake actually happens — and I pray it doesn’t — I hope Kevin Costner, the original bodyguard himself, has the power to say, “Nope. Not on my watch.” He fought for Whitney to get that role back in the day. He knew the magic she brought. So why mess with perfection?

Honestly, instead of remaking it, why not just re-release it in cinemas? Make it an event. Let the newer generation experience Whitney in her full glory. Now that would be honoring her. That would be worth the ticket.

But no — here we go again, following the Hollywood pattern of: Snow White: flop.

Ariel: flop.

What’s next? Repunzel: Real Life Edition with tax returns and traffic? No thanks.

You know what else is irritating? The money being wasted on these unnecessary remakes could change lives. My life, for example. Do you know what I could’ve done with that remake budget?

I would’ve been in college. Had my own car. Started a business. Invested. Bought groceries without checking my bank app first. The list is endless.

But instead, the bigwigs are funding a film that has zero need to exist. We’re not running out of stories — we’re just not listening to the right storytellers. And honestly, I’m one of them.

So Warner Bros., here’s a thought: cancel that remake and hire me. You’ll get better ideas, real talk, and maybe even a little humor with your next box office hit. Just saying.

Until then, leave The Bodyguard alone. Let Whitney rest. Her shoes are not meant to be filled — they’re meant to be respected.

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