<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892284575332134647</id><updated>2009-11-24T03:01:37.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La joie chez Michaël Sankinka</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rodney SANKINKA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512126407384021208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892284575332134647.post-2701271519133866808</id><published>2007-08-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:38:14.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victoire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecole'/><title type='text'>Mon heure de gloire !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RtJT_V49FYI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/y9Ekl_gtwyw/s1600-h/Collation+MichaÃ«l+nadine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103233675437086082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RtJT_V49FYI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/y9Ekl_gtwyw/s400/Collation+Micha%C3%ABl+nadine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Hé oui ! J'ai fini mon cycle de primaire et je même porté une toge avant mon grand frère Rodney. La tradition d'organiser des collations pour les primaires et les maternelles vient de prendre une ampleur vertigineuse à Kinshasa. L'occasion pour nous, les heureux finalistes de voir une fête s'organiser en notre honneur, de faire le tour de la ville en criant à tue tête et surtout de porter une toge comme nos aînés finalistes des l'universités (ou institut supérieurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892284575332134647-2701271519133866808?l=lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/feeds/2701271519133866808/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892284575332134647&amp;postID=2701271519133866808' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default/2701271519133866808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default/2701271519133866808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/2007/08/mon-heure-de-gloire.html' title='Mon heure de gloire !'/><author><name>Rodney SANKINKA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512126407384021208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10386676846490775861'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RtJT_V49FYI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/y9Ekl_gtwyw/s72-c/Collation+Micha%C3%ABl+nadine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892284575332134647.post-1329748537404789564</id><published>2007-07-17T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:11:12.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famille'/><title type='text'>Autour de maman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RpzoB-zlt2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/rSgDNqGsD1A/s1600-h/rodney-billy-maman-florence-nyamoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088196799758710626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RpzoB-zlt2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/rSgDNqGsD1A/s320/rodney-billy-maman-florence-nyamoga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Très souvent le soir, les enfants se retrouvent autour de la maman qui raconte des histoires, nous aide à faire nos devoirs, console ceux qui pleurent, nourris ceux qui ne peuvent manger seuls, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Il faut avouer que ma mère n'a pas déroger à cette règle sociale, humaine et très africaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892284575332134647-1329748537404789564?l=lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/feeds/1329748537404789564/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892284575332134647&amp;postID=1329748537404789564' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default/1329748537404789564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default/1329748537404789564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/2007/07/autour-de-maman.html' title='Autour de maman'/><author><name>Rodney SANKINKA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512126407384021208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10386676846490775861'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RpzoB-zlt2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/rSgDNqGsD1A/s72-c/rodney-billy-maman-florence-nyamoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892284575332134647.post-3665568874347492884</id><published>2007-07-01T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T10:13:11.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frères'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enfants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soeurs'/><title type='text'>Les pieds nus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RofesSDNcAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/K4JFlVM7yHI/s1600-h/Les-pieds-nus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082275556851806210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RofesSDNcAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/K4JFlVM7yHI/s400/Les-pieds-nus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rodney, Ruddy, Billy Paul, Paulette, Nadine qui porte Joëlle et Gloria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;L'une des caractéstiques des enfants congolais et africains, c'est qu'ils jouent souvent les pieds nus. Un proverbe dit d'ailleurs dans mon pays que "Congolais akufaka na microbe te" (Le congolais ne meurt pas des microbes). Le paradoxe est qu'il y a malgré cela des hôpitaux et des centres hostipaliers où les gens, surtout les enfants, meurent à cause du microbe qui leur a plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892284575332134647-3665568874347492884?l=lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/feeds/3665568874347492884/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892284575332134647&amp;postID=3665568874347492884' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default/3665568874347492884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default/3665568874347492884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/2007/07/les-pieds-nus.html' title='Les pieds nus'/><author><name>Rodney SANKINKA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512126407384021208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10386676846490775861'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RofesSDNcAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/K4JFlVM7yHI/s72-c/Les-pieds-nus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892284575332134647.post-2258156798013070656</id><published>2007-06-30T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T09:18:27.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frères'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Paul Sankinka'/><title type='text'>Billy s'était rôti le pied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RoZnbCDNb-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/-3exgZZzw4o/s1600-h/Billy-brulÃ©.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081862943638646754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RoZnbCDNb-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/-3exgZZzw4o/s400/Billy-brul%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Il n'y a pas de quoi rire, il devait avoir mal. C'est mon grand frère Billy Paul. Une cassrole contenant du thé chaud s'était renversée sur son pied. Mais, il se porte bien aujourd"hui. D'ailleurs ça fait plus de 10 ans maintenant. Il vit très loin de nous mais je lui écris chaque fois que j'en ai l'occasion. Parfois aussi il téléphone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C'était juste pour faire un coucou à cette victime qui va bientôt devenir médecin pour sauver d'autres victimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098590668336384546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RsHVMwlPyiI/AAAAAAAAAfI/JZ2eEtZFT1U/s400/Billy-grand-pretre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892284575332134647-2258156798013070656?l=lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/feeds/2258156798013070656/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892284575332134647&amp;postID=2258156798013070656' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default/2258156798013070656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default/2258156798013070656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/2007/06/billy-stait-rti-le-pied.html' title='Billy s&apos;était rôti le pied'/><author><name>Rodney SANKINKA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512126407384021208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10386676846490775861'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RoZnbCDNb-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/-3exgZZzw4o/s72-c/Billy-brul%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892284575332134647.post-9205427467628224503</id><published>2007-06-30T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T07:18:17.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soeurs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famille'/><title type='text'>Ma mère et mes soeurs, avant ma naissance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RoZk_iDNb9I/AAAAAAAAAb0/TU1TQsAoqmg/s1600-h/Maman+et+filles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081860272168988626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RoZk_iDNb9I/AAAAAAAAAb0/TU1TQsAoqmg/s400/Maman+et+filles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Je ne suis pas sur la photo pour une très bonne raison, je n'étais pas encoré né. C'est ma mère en compagnie de mes soeurs. On dirait que c'etait la mode de se raser entièrement la tête. Les choses ont changées depuis lors, aucune de mes soeurs n'accepterait aujourd'hui de se promener avec une tête rasée comme ça. Etait-ce la belle époque ? Je ne puis toujours pas le dire, je n'étais pas encore né.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892284575332134647-9205427467628224503?l=lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/feeds/9205427467628224503/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892284575332134647&amp;postID=9205427467628224503' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default/9205427467628224503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default/9205427467628224503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/2007/06/ma-mre-et-mes-soeurs-avant-ma-naissance.html' title='Ma mère et mes soeurs, avant ma naissance'/><author><name>Rodney SANKINKA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512126407384021208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10386676846490775861'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RoZk_iDNb9I/AAAAAAAAAb0/TU1TQsAoqmg/s72-c/Maman+et+filles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892284575332134647.post-1911850070729178034</id><published>2007-06-30T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T07:11:43.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famille'/><title type='text'>Un mariage qui devait avoir lieu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RoZj5iDNb8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/CBZwKk8bmS4/s1600-h/Mariage-Sankinka-Nyamoga-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081859069578145730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RoZj5iDNb8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/CBZwKk8bmS4/s400/Mariage-Sankinka-Nyamoga-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ce mariage devait avoir lieu, sinon je ne serais peut être jamais venus au monde. Essayait d'imaginer que moi, mon frère Rodney qui m'aide a faire ce blog et Billy paul, Paulette, Joëlle, Gloria, Nadine ne seriont pas né si ce mariage n'avait pas eu lieu. Quel manque ça aurait été pour la terre ?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RoZjmiDNb7I/AAAAAAAAAbk/t7LH0hvBMjY/s1600-h/Mariage-Sankinka-Nyamoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081858743160631218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RoZjmiDNb7I/AAAAAAAAAbk/t7LH0hvBMjY/s400/Mariage-Sankinka-Nyamoga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892284575332134647-1911850070729178034?l=lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/feeds/1911850070729178034/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892284575332134647&amp;postID=1911850070729178034' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default/1911850070729178034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default/1911850070729178034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/2007/06/un-mariage-qui-devait-avoir-lieu.html' title='Un mariage qui devait avoir lieu'/><author><name>Rodney SANKINKA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512126407384021208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10386676846490775861'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RoZj5iDNb8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/CBZwKk8bmS4/s72-c/Mariage-Sankinka-Nyamoga-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892284575332134647.post-3085110090466235300</id><published>2007-06-30T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T03:56:21.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecole'/><title type='text'>Une journée en classe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RoY1miDNb6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/wQkSMirZ6P8/s1600-h/Ecole-MichaÃ«l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081808165625753506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RoY1miDNb6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/wQkSMirZ6P8/s400/Ecole-Micha%C3%ABl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Là, c'est quand j'étais en 3ème année primaire, en 2003 à Nova Eligo, situé à Mont-Ngafula juste après l'arrêt Dépôt . Vous pouvez voir d'où je tire la photo sur l'en-tête de mon blog. En ce moment, je suis déjà à la fin de ma sixième année et j'espère pouvoir vour montrer les photos de ma collation qui aura lieu le 07 juillet 2007 à la salle Bibondo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892284575332134647-3085110090466235300?l=lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/feeds/3085110090466235300/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892284575332134647&amp;postID=3085110090466235300' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default/3085110090466235300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892284575332134647/posts/default/3085110090466235300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lajoiechezmichaelsankinka.blogspot.com/2007/06/une-journe-en-classe.html' title='Une journée en classe'/><author><name>Rodney SANKINKA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512126407384021208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10386676846490775861'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hrhg1n2KA3Y/RoY1miDNb6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/wQkSMirZ6P8/s72-c/Ecole-Micha%C3%ABl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>