The road always leads back to home. I was born in Africa and raised in Canada, growing up with a father who carried his Congolese pride loudly — music blasting, foufou and pondu on the table, wearing his traditional clothing without apology. What once embarrassed me became the foundation of who I am.
Canada gave me a lifetime of experiences, careers, reinventions, and lessons. A jack of many trades, maybe a master of some — or maybe not. But what I am sure of is this: I’m privileged. Not because of what I own, but because of my ability to feel, to witness, to speak up, and to choose meaning over material. I’ve chased milestones that left me empty. I’ve celebrated achievements that felt hollow. Life taught me that it’s the stops along the way — the messy, painful, beautiful ones — that shape who we become. Somewhere on that road, I realized my voice had a purpose.
Congo is part of my history, my heartbeat, and my responsibility. I created this foundation to return to the source — to stand for those who are unseen, unheard, and suffering in a land that gives everything to the world.
This is my promise,
— Nseya Ariane Kamba
