In my quest for freedom, I traveled across continents, oceans and seas; I swallowed the sun and let it forge my soul—in that process I became a poet, and like all poets I became an observer in efforts to discover, to discover freedom by way of discourse.

—Tshombe, Freedom As It Happens

…we look at the same world with eyes and see differently: where I see order you define chaos; where you see war I see a chance for peace; where you see poverty I see happiness, and where you see a mad man I see a poet.

War is just another form of expression, like poetry—since both are of the mind and spirit—it is the former that is expressed by those who have grown frustrated with the use of intelligent words; however, like poetry, fear being misunderstood…

—Tshombe Sekou