We are not on earth to watch the Congo die.

For more than thirty years, eastern Congo has been the scene of an unprecedented human tragedy: millions of deaths, massive sexual violence, entire villages wiped off the map, and young people sacrificed. This is not a natural disaster. It is a geopolitical crime. An economic war. A war of occupation. A war of erasure.

And yet, silence prevails.
Indifference reigns.
Hypocrisy reigns.

In this poignant video, Maud-Salomé Ekila , a journalist and Pan-Africanist activist, lucidly and angrily denounces the betrayal of the Congolese elites: these "house Negroes", to use Malcolm X's expression, who embezzle 70% of the military budget , while their compatriots die slowly in the east of the country.

This is not a simple political failure. It is an organized chaos, thought out, planned, and prolonged since independence. For it all began when Patrice Lumumba, hero of a free people, dared to say no to humiliation, no to domination, no to recolonization by other means. A founding no , for which the West has never forgiven the Congolese people.

Even today, this no is still disturbing.
But he does not remain silent.

In the video, Maud-Salomé appears proudly wearing a Kwame Nkrumah t-shirt, a work by the artist Joy Hanoun . A highly symbolic choice: Nkrumah, father of modern Pan-Africanism, visionary of a united continent and master of its destiny, seems to watch over this standing word, this memory that resists, this struggle that does not give up, through the image.

This poem is for them.
For them.
For the people standing up.
For Congo.
For the truth.

We are not on earth to watch the Congo die.

We are not on earth to be spectators of our lives,
Not wandering shadows in the wings of History,
But bright flames in the blaze of struggles,
Hearts standing where humanity falters.

Congo has been bleeding for more than thirty years,
But his wounds were traced long before the time of tears,
When Patrice Lumumba, the upright soul, the proud word,
Dared to say no to new chains, to reinvented settlers.
A no too dignified, too clear, too dangerous
So he was silenced, with bullets and complicity.

Since then, the soil of this giant has become a coveted treasure,
And his children, bargaining chips in games of empire.
Kingdoms of silence have been built
With house Negroes disguised as leaders,
Well-trained puppets, at the service of their masters,
While the real children of the country were slowly dying,
Under the closed eyes of the world.

But we are not made to look down.
We are on earth to think, to create, to collaborate,
To resist, to speak out where silence is demanded.
We are a process of collective evolution,
A consciousness moving towards the common ideal,
A humanity that refuses to compromise with injustice.

For as long as a people is dying, our humanity is failing.
And as long as the Congo cries, we have not finished fighting.

Through this publication, United Souls continues to carry the silenced voices, the ignored struggles, the erased faces of our collective struggles.
We don't sell T-shirts: we carry memories. We don't create a brand: we build a narrative.