Talking about my country, this so beautiful Democratic Republic of Congo, the country of Patrice Emery Lumumba, one of my friends who approached me, to see my manuscript, to read it, to understand it and to contextualize it will say to me this: "I could have individualized that by taking at first only one subject which would say perhaps "If the Congolese people could look at itself in its own mirror, if it could look at the size of its soul, its territory, in short to look at itself in its own mirror there, I would be much more at ease". Hoo, you who made us hope by your glory, you served us at the price of our selfishness, you assured for us the future, but alas, we could wish to destroy you than to build you, our DRC, our cradle, our happiness, did we understand your value? I understood then that the subject was interesting and that it was worth its weight in gold to be exploited to the maximum in order to understand this contrast which is anchored in the daily life of the Congolese people, who have difficulty in looking at themselves in their own mirror, in really understanding what is happening on their territory, in preventing the hegemonic spirits from monopolizing their soil and their subsoil...