“I write these words to you without knowing if they will get to you, when they reach you, and if I will be alive when you read them.
Throughout my struggle for the independence of my country, I have never doubted the final triumph of the sacred cause to which my companions and I have dedicated all our lives.
But what we wanted for our country, its right to an honorable life, to a dignity without stain, to independence without restrictions, Belgian colonialism and its Western allies – who have found direct and indirect, deliberate and non-deliberate support, among some senior United Nations officials, this organization we placed all our trust in when we called on its assistance – never wanted it. They corrupted some of our compatriots, they helped twist the truth and stain our independence.
What else can I say? Whether dead, alive, free or in prison by order of the colonialists, it is not my person that matters. This is Congo, it is our poor people whose independence has been transformed into a cage from which we look at us from outside, sometimes with this volunteer compassion, sometimes with joy and pleasure. But my faith will remain steadfast.
I know and feel deep inside myself that sooner or later my people will get rid of all its inner and external enemies, that they will rise as one man to say no to degrading and shameful capitalism, and to regain their dignity under one pure sun. We are not alone.
Africa, Asia and the free and free people from all corners of the world will always stand alongside millions of Congolese people who will not abandon the struggle until the day there will be no more colonizers and their mercenaries in our country.
To my children whom I leave, and that maybe I will never see again, I want them to say that the future of Congo is beautiful and expect from them, as he expects of every Congolese, to perform the sacred task of the Reconstruction of our independence and sovereignty, for without dignity there is no freedom, without justice there is no dignity, and without independence there are no free men.
No brutality, abuse or torture have ever led me to ask for grace, for I prefer to die my head high, steadfast faith and deep trust in the destiny of my country, rather than living in submission and contempt of sacred principles.
History will one day say its word, but it will not be the history that will be taught in Brussels, Washington, Paris or the United Nations, but the one that will be taught in countries free from colonialism and its puppet.
Africa will write its own story and it will be in the north and south of the Sahara a story of glory and dignity. Don’t cry on me, my companion.
I know that my country, which suffers so much, will defend its independence and freedom.
Long live Congo! Long live Africa! “ – Patrice Lumumba