I’m writing this while still feeling a bit overwhelmed. Today, the DRC officially qualified for the World Cup, and as I watched the celebrations, I found myself completely moved to tears.

For a long time, my connection to the DRC felt like a beautiful but distant memory that wasn't quite mine. I grew up in the Midwest, playing soccer in local parks, clubs, and high school stadiums, while the DRC lived mostly in the stories my father told and photos of relatives I had only ever seen on a screen.

However, that changed in December 2024 when I finally traveled to Bukavu, where my father is from. I spent my days sharing meals, listening to family history, and walked on the soil my ancestors once walked on. I realized then that my heritage wasn't something far away but a part of me that had been waiting for me to come home.

When I saw that the DRC is playing Portugal on June 17 in Houston for its first game, I felt extremely excited. It feels like all these different parts of my life are finally meeting in one place. On one side, you have the Leopards, the team that represents my family and my roots in Bukavu. On the other, you have Portugal and Cristiano Ronaldo. I’ve spent so much of my life watching Ronaldo, trying to learn from his discipline, and his drive during my soccer career. He’s been a huge inspiration for me as a player for as long as I can remember.

To be in the stands while the country my family comes from takes on the player I’ve looked up to since I was a kid... it’s just one of those moments I never thought would actually happen. It feels like a full-circle moment for me, an opportunity to celebrate where I came from and the game that basically made me who I am today.

As much as I want to be there, the reality of my current situation makes it difficult. I’m currently a Master’s student studying International Relations, and between tuition and the daily costs of being a student, I simply can’t afford a trip like this on my own right now.

Between the match ticket, a flight to Houston, and a modest place to stay, I’ve realized the cost is going to be about $800.

I’m reaching out to see if you might be able to help me get there. I know $800 is a lot to ask for, and I truly don't take any support for granted. This will not just be a vacation or a soccer game to me but a chance to stand in a stadium and finally see the two halves of my identity come together.

If you’re able to contribute anything at all, I would be more grateful than I can put into words. And if you can’t, even just sharing this link or sending some good luck my way means the world.

Thank you for listening to my story and for helping me honor where I come from.