#zaïre

[atukaworld]

Le M23 ou plutôt tous les rebelles ?

[4/26, 00:28] PLT 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐋𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝟐𝟑 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢 …𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐜 𝐢𝐥 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞́𝐣𝐚̀ 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 , 𝐢𝐥 𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨̂𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞́-𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐞̀𝐬 𝐜’𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐥𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐮 𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐞̀𝐬 𝐜’𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮 , 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐞́𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞́ 𝐝𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝟒𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬 , 𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐫. [4/26, 14:10] GPAU Voyons voir, frère.Nos hommes…

[blackoutfeverdream]

2Mobutu4U

Friends finally sent me my shiny new Mobutu Munnus.

Zaïre- now the Democratic Republic of the Congo- was and still is an implausible basket case for all its size and wealth. Or maybe because of it. At this point, circa 1996 as the 1994 Rwandan Genocide's bloodletting spilled back over the border into Kivu and the Mobutu regime started to collapse, hyperinflation was catastrophic enough this would've bought you a decent lunch in Kinshasa's middle-classish areas

maybe

if you were lucky.

The official US Treasury rate for the time

in no way representative of the nation's economic reality in a state of permanent Low Batt

was 93,076 Nouveaux Zaïres to the US dollar.

Of course the truth is this currency barely was toilet paper. Its value wasn't subject to any kind of meaningful authority and the Zaïre Central Bank inhabited a waking dreamtime where still even they barely believed they were anything more than a slush fund for Mobutu's personal convenience.

The Soeurs ya Poids, those buxom broads full of gangster menace who controlled Kinshasa's informal Wall Street, dictated the nation's fiduciary reality. Currency was weighed by the stack and mostly in the 500,000 denomination they called the prostate because of the ailing Mobutu's malady

fine reflection for the rot that ravaged and ate away everything in the country from its bowels out.

The irony is as society stumbled and finally died, life relied on their honesty as compensation for the functional apatocracy the country had become. The world was an elaborate zero-gravity figment of spinning plates, threaded needles

and destined for catastrophe so huge it merits the full-fat pungency of a word like tragedy without its debased coinage.

This is a piece of history. And beautiful for all its ugly associations- like a Mauser rifle, like a chunk of trinitite.

[jimmybaniki]

First money

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Miss Zaïre

[prosedumonde]

Ce malheureux amour, dont votre âme est blessée, Peut-il en ce moment remplir votre pensée ?

Voltaire, Zaïre

[prosedumonde]

Il est trop vrai que l’honneur me l’ordonne, Que je vous adorai, que je vous abandonne, Que je renonce à vous, que vous le désirez, Que sous une autre loi… Zaïre, vous pleurez ?

Voltaire, Zaïre

[prosedumonde]

Mais pourquoi donc ces pleurs, ces regrets, cette fuite, Cette douleur si sombre en ses regards écrite ?

Voltaire, Zaïre

[prosedumonde]

Cher amant, ce matin l’aurais-je pu prévoir, Que je dusse aujourd’hui redouter de te voir ? Moi, qui de tant de feux justement possédée, N’avais d’autre bonheur, d’autre soin, d’autre idée, Que de t’entretenir, d’écouter ton amour, Te voir, te souhaiter, attendre ton retour ? Hélas ! et je t’adore ; et t’aimer est un crime.

Voltaire, Zaïre