How far do you have to go to find love?
I thought the world would give me its secrets. I left there shreds of my soul. From the feverish alleys of Kinshasa to the toxic bowels of Lubumbashi’s cobalt mines.
From the townships of South Africa to the glittering mirages of Las Vegas. Under the hypnotic neon lights of Tokyo, I hunted down everything: truth, fortune, oblivion.
I fled the club of damned souls for a promised paradise, but my inner desert followed me.
Gold, power, women, I swallowed them all, believing I was filling the void. Dear illusion…
Every embrace became a broken mirror reflecting my chaos. Every romance a poisoned transaction in a world where love is traded like cobalt. I built empires… and scuttled my own heart.
In Lubumbashi, I came close to madness, stalking the ghost of my soulmate in an oasis of traitors.
And yet, I’m still walking. Because beyond human deserts, there must be a place where loving doesn’t mean selling out. A pure moment where you can breathe without suffocating your soul.
I am Mukole, fallen, obsessed and incorrigible seeker of truth.
This is not a confession, it’s a hoarse cry between darkness and dawn. Dare to dive back into “The Heart of Kinshasa”. Let yourself be carried away in a spiral where your certainties about love and success will be shattered.
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