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“Now, repeat after me: Blade, slice the snow eagle with your fury. Mountain, boldly take to the skies…” Deep within the Congo Basin in Africa, Wang Kui was teaching a tribe of primitive fighters the art of shouting into the microphone while livestreaming. This was the first day Wang Kui had arrived in West Africa, where he started out by helping the tribe develop as well as repel attacking cannibals. The deep sea fishing competition in North America, chasing snow leopards on Everest, killing giant bats amidst the bushfires in Australia, fighting grizzlies bare-handed in Canada! I am Wang Kui, a hunter who livestreams in the wildlands… and I always start out alone, with a single blade and a dog… which killed humans before!

Western countries are already develop, in trems of human resources and infrastructure development, the western countries have so many rich people then Africa, we as African are saying we need aid, no need to using the money on guns to spoil country that is develop and use money again to rebuild it, it will be better to use the money on Africans countries that is under developed, such as Congo, Liberia and others, you can build those countries put your image on them, if that happens your name will forever remain in history as the world number one humanitarian

"You are a radish, you are an eggplant, I am a cucumber... No, so I am the youngest, come again, I am a winter melon..." Deep in the rainforest basin of Congo, Africa. Facing a group of primitive tribal warriors, Wang Kui actually taught them how to play carrot squat on live broadcast. This was the first day he came to West Africa to help this tribe develop against the cannibals. North American Deep Sea Fishing King Contest; Chasing Snow Leopards on the Pamir Mountains; Australian Wildfires Killing Giant Bats; Canadian Blizzard Fighting Brown Bears! I am Wang Kui, an outdoor wilderness anchor and professional hunter, and I started with only one person, a knife, and... a wolf dog who committed a murder!

This novel tells of an epic journey that must be undertaken by several survivors of humanity in avoiding a dangerous pandemic that has a high chance of becoming a major scale catastrophe in the world. These people have to fight it out in a narrow space whose exit is controlled by a big conspiracy that is not willing to have its interests disturbed. They are trying, with their limitless resources, to thwart every attempt by these survivors to prevent a dangerous pandemic from the Ice Virus and Tropical Bacteria previously trapped in the Arctic ice sheet and primeval forests of the Congo Basin. The story that the protagonists experience here is very gripping. They must avoid infection, escape from the pursuit of ammunition, and deal with various kinds of political intrigue, pharmaceutical intervention, and the pursuit of the world's number one assassin. Will they be able to prevent this deadly pandemic or will they wallow deeper in thriller situations where the stakes are life or death? Or even meet unexpected surprises that make their journey even more filled with thistles and thorns?

A shape shifting drifter who has roamed the earth for three hundred years revisits the tropical isle of Jantique and becomes trapped by an intoxicatingly beautiful but mysterious Zoe. Her roots transcended the middle passage from deep in the Congo, but Lucas stirs her mind and body until their two worlds collide. Immortality was a promise that was made by God to those who believed in him. However, it was given to her not by choice but by a spawn of Evil. She must decide her fate to live a life of loneliness or give up the gift of Immortality for what she desires most.

The book is about a young girl that moves from Congo to South Africa to face many dynamics and new challenges.

Zambia is a country in Southern Africa, east of Angola and south of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. It is a landlocked country and borders eight other countries including Angola, Botswana, Democratic Republic of the Congo, Malawi, Mozambique, Namibia, Tanzania, and Zimbabwe. The country has approximately 15 million people comprising about 72 ethnic groups.

The Igbo language is part of the Niger-Congo language family. Its regional dialects are somewhat mutually intelligible amidst the larger "Igboid" cluster. The Igbo homeland straddles the lower Niger River, east and south of the Edoid and Idomoid groups, and west of the Ibibioid (Cross River) cluster. Before the period of British colonial rule in the 20th century, the Igbo were politically fragmented by the centralized chiefdoms of Nri, Aro Confederacy, Agbor and Onitsha. Frederick Lugard introduced the Eze system of "warrant chiefs". Unaffected by the Fulani War and the resulting spread of Islam in Nigeria in the 19th century, they became overwhelmingly Christian under colonization. In the wake of decolonisation, the Igbo developed a strong sense of ethnic identity. During the Nigerian Civil War of 1967–1970, the Igbo territories seceded as the short-lived Republic of Biafra. The Movement for the Actualization of the Sovereign State of Biafra and the Indigenous People of Biafra, two sectarian organizations formed after 1999, continue a non-violent struggle for an independent Igbo state.

an african in india I am going to tell you today about my experience in India. because I did my university in India from 2011 to 2014 and I obtained my baccalaureate in computer science. I left my country the democratic republic of congo in 2011 for india the first thing I noticed when I arrived there was the behavior of the Indians towards the blacks. Indians are negrophobes, they are afraid of black men in an inexplicable way. whereas here in the democratic republic of the congo there are many indians who walk freely in the street without anyone looking at them one day i got on a bus i saw all the indian women get off the bus, in india they are called black kalu. which means black. and every time I walked in the street the Indians were shouting kalu, kalu and it bothered me a lot I'm not saying that all Indians are bad, no, there are Indians who are good. but i speak in general .... india is not a good country for black women . you can die peacefully without anyone taking care of your case, what I noticed good there is the love of their country, the Indians love their country very much, for them India is the best country in the world, in india there are doctors of lawyers who do not know english and it is normal for them. the Indian food that I really liked is the potato samosa and the momos my university was manav rachna international university, I even wonder why Indians despise black people when we are the same? besides me I got a lot of points at the university more than the Indians, let's have love, GOD created us the same one day Africa will be great so let's be humble my mail : simbaamisi@yahoo.com my number : 00243854145988

Chapter 1 Rewind! "KOKOKORIKO" Zachary Bemba was woken from a deep slumber by the crowing of a rooster. His eyes abruptly rolled open, glazed over with the remnants of a dream or rather a nightmare. Zachary was first aware of the coolness of the air and its fresh fragrance. It was nothing similar to the foul polluted air he'd grown accustomed to in the suburbs of Kinshasha City. He was lying on an abnormally small mattress that seemed to have been crafted by inserting spiky grass into rigid sacks. It was very uncomfortable and hurt his back when he stirred. Zachary blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the room before propping himself up and orienting himself to the surroundings. He was in a room with gray clay walls and a grass roof over his head. Small khaki curtains hid the shabby small window on one side of the cramped chamber—just leaving a shy peek of the banana plantation beyond. One wooden stool and a roughly made bench stood at the foot of his small bed. [WTF!? Isn't this my small hut back in my ancestral village?] [Why am I back here?] He seemed to be hallucinating about his childhood residence back in Bukavu. He had stayed with his grandma until he was sixteen before he gained some small achievements in his soccer career and then went on to waste his life. [I am not dreaming!] He exclaimed inwardly after pinching the dark brown skin on his forearm. The last thing that he could recall was drowning and struggling for a single breath of air in the deep waters of the Congo River. The experience was deeply traumatizing for him. Zachary had failed to …'

the kimbirikiti monster hello my friends today I will tell you about the lega tribe and its kimbirikiti spirit the lega people are found in 2 provinces in the democratic republic of congo .... the province of south kivu and maniema,,,,, to the villages of the lega people ... there is a spirit named kimbirikiti who governs them ... kimbirikiti is like their GOD he protects them .... he is the one who leads the villages of the legas, if he says today that women do not eat fish, women will not eat fish, otherwise c is the mysterious death... how to recognize the presence of kimbirikiti ???? Kimbirikiti often manifests itself in the form of whirlpools, and in the whirlpool there is the voice of a man who speaks and gives orders to the villagers, today I want this, I want the men to fix the roads, cut the grass . and people really respect the orders of kimbirikiti otherwise it is death, even to do circumcision it is kimbirikiti who does this to young boys... every year all the 15-year-old children go down into the river at 6 a.m. to be circumcised, once the circumcision is finished the children return to the village like real men, and the children do not have the right to say what they saw at the river otherwise it's death and they will keep this secret until the grave,, this is how the lega people live with their kimbirikiti until now ..... thank you very much my email : simbaamisi@yahoo.com my number : 00243854145988