Drc Stories

In the middle of Congolese capital, no one are ready to have a story with their boss like we see in the books. However Pelshery are forced to do it when she became the false fiancée of her boss for six months. Her work ? Disheartening all the young ladies in love and playing her role behind his parents. ***** Translated with IA and correted by me.

🌍 Aziza Kinshasa, late 1990s, where rumba guitars bleed into the night and whispers of war drift in from the East. Aziza, the daughter of a weary tailor, carries dreams bigger than her crowded streets. One cassette tape, one song-Josky Kiambukuta's Aziza,pulls her into the orbit of Benoît, a quiet music seller whose love feels like refuge. But in a city trembling under soldiers' boots and the promises of powerful men, Aziza must choose between tenderness and survival. Love here is never simple, it is a gamble, a wound, a song that lingers long after the last note fades. A story of love, betrayal, nostalgia, and the bittersweet rhythms of Congo, told in the heartbeat of rumba.

am i dreaming? what is happening... why is everything so dark..( Dream Reality Confusion: the inability to understand if you are dreaming or not. ) gxg yandere horror story.. / slow updates! ( still not sure if this is gonna actually have a storyline... ) /

An informative guide to understanding what's happening in Congo. I do not claim ownership of any multimedia referenced in this book-- attribution and sources provided as always. Astoria E Greene

'Oh God, please' I screamed in my head, running through the crowd of travelers as I search for another exit out of Amtrak Union Station. Panic overcoming my calm as I start hyperventilating. Bumping into people dropping my carry on exiting the door out into the icy cold wind of Chicago. Tears blinding me as I break out into a run. ' How could I been so naive. Why can't anyone help me.' Turning my head side to side searching for a taxi. Seeing a taxi across the street I rushed into the intersection hearing a blaring horn as I felt a hard hit on my side. Throwing me backward hitting against the sidewalk I just left. ' Oh please don't let my baby die.' I prayed wrapping my arms around my stomach as darkness descends 'No David' my eyes landing on David with several of his men pushing people out of the way. David kneeling down speaking to me as darkness and fear overcame me...

translation and nonsense

Shabunda Mining Congo DRC Kinshasa Gold Scam Roland Mundeke

DEAD RATS CLUB

this is my dr congo countryhuman if you want i can make her wear her traditional outfit but it's gonna be a challenge especially in gacha club or a drawing, if you like her design you can draw or use her but use credits