Twenty-eight years later, I meet her; she’s not happy. Dwarf and plucked from her former glory, she is completely unrecognizable. She’s still playing in the sand. Unbelievable! When I remember that in our childhood, Miss Democracy’s future looked better than mine. My father even ventured to tell me that after Jesus Christ who freed us from sin, democracy had come to free us from dictatorship!
The whole country believed in her to such an extent that instead of the « Shejic » Republic of Congo, she was preferred to me: « Democratic » Republic of Congo. Yet to this day, I have grown up: A man’s voice, a beard on my chin and I eat at the table. She, on the other hand, still has a flat chest, she still plays in the sand. Unbelievable!
Hello democracy. What the hell happened to you?
It’s not my fault. They’re the ones who deformed me.
I’d rather not say anything. They might kill me. As long as there’s life, there’s still hope.
I understand your pain. Explain!
Ah! It’s complicated. They use my name but they don’t like me. They walk on my values and spit on my directions.
Yes. I brought them multipartism, but they invented « multitudepartism »: a multitude of political parties without ideology, rooted in demagogy to seize power. I myself can no longer seem to find myself.
Don’t say that!
The alternation in power was a means of alternating human resources at the head of the State and reducing social frustrations in order to cause its development. You know the rest yourself. Instead of my elections, they again chose their transition as on the first day of my birth, April 24, 1990, when the dictator let go with an « Understand my emotion! » Negotiations, poaching, illegitimate and unpopular governments form the classic. How do you expect me to grow up?
C’est triste !
You have no idea how many pounds I lose when I see innocent people in prison. Protesters at the Mortuary. Oh! That’s not true! The « freedom of expression » is being massacred by the « primacy of expression » as in Caesar’s time. Silence in exchange for the right to life! Where the hell are human rights?
I am certainly compassionate, but to Caesar the things that are Caesar’s, and to God the things that are God’s. Do you at least know that?
You don’t understand me. I came here to end it all. Alas! To the leaders things that are people’s and to the people, resourcefulness. Article 15 already existed even before the 2006 constitution. Lord! Only you know the benefits of good governance. You say in your word that a thousand days for men is like one day for you and a thousand days for you is like one days for men. Make us live good governance even one day and people will understand me.
Sniff, sniff, sniff! We’re on the street. Look, my tears sadden passers-by. Please, dear friends. I am a 28-year-old girl who has had growth problems. Don’t hate me… Sniff, sniff, sniff. I can’t tell my dark story anymore. « Understand my emotion. »
It’s over now. Come into my arms. I never doubted you were a good girl. Democracy, you’re beautiful, but the world is a bad place.