DRC: Gaia Impact Fund takes a stake in the off-grid supplier Nuru
Gaia Impact Fund, a French investment fund dedicated to renewable energy entrepreneurs, has just acquired a stake in the supplier of hybrid solar off-grid Nuru. The new investment will support Nuru in his plan to provide access to electricity to 5 million people in the coming years in the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC).
Nuru’s board has a new member. Gaia Impact Fund has just announced that it has acquired a "significant" stake in this supplier of off-grid solar systems in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC). The French investment fund dedicated to renewable energy entrepreneurs did not give more details on its new investment.
He nevertheless indicated that the funds injected should support the development of the Nuru enterprise in the particular environment of the DRC. With 95 million inhabitants, the DRC is the most populous country in Central Africa. At the same time, the country has one of the lowest electrification rates in the subregion with only 19% of the population having access to electricity according to the 2018 World Bank report. The vast majority of electrified households are in the capital Kinshasa.
The potential of Nuru
As elsewhere in Africa, solar mini-grids could play an important role in the electrification of DR Congo populations. Hence the strategic investment of Gaia Impact Fund in one of the main suppliers of solar energy in this vast country.
"Although mini-grids have an increasing role to play as the least expensive solution in the future power mix of countries like the DRC, they have been a largely underfunded segment of the energy markets. "Notes the investment fund based in Paris in France. "We are impressed by the experienced local team of Nuru, which has successfully brought one of Africa's largest mini-grids into service in the complex and unstable environment of the DRC," said Guilhem Dupuy, director Gaia Impact Fund investments.
Electrify 5 million people in 4 years
Inaugurated in February 2020, the Nuru mini-grid is installed in Goma, a city in the province of North Kivu. The off-grid system is made up of 4,000 solar panels, each of which is capable of producing 335 Wp. The entire system is capable of delivering 1.3 MWp. The solar power plant is also equipped with a battery-powered electricity storage system, as well as standby generators that allow electricity to be supplied continuously after sunset. Read everything here: https://www.afrik21.africa/rdc-gaia-impact-fund-prend-une-participation-dans-le-fournisseur-doff-grid-nuru/
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Across from him, CROWLEY WOLF, 50s, dressed in a threadbare velvet smoking jacket, paces slowly, holding a small, leather-bound director's script. He stops, turns, and his voice booms, filling the vast, empty space.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Not shouting, but with immense, theatrical volume)
You're late. The curtain rose an eternity ago. You think power makes you immune to time? Here, time is the only critic that matters. And it has found your performance... lacking. You're playing the role of "Crown Prince." Act like it. Sit up.
Mohammed shifts, his arrogance a physical shield.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
I do not answer to stagehands. I am the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia. This... interrogation is a mistake. A grotesque misunderstanding.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Waving a dismissive hand)
Mistake? There are no mistakes, only bad choices followed by worse acting! "I am the Crown Prince." The line is delivered with the conviction of a man reading a shopping list. Again! From the entrance! You sweep in! You own the room! You are the vessel of a nation's destiny! FEEL IT, YOU BLITHERING INCOMPETENT!
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(Icy)
I am the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia. My destiny is not a matter for your... amusement.
CROWLEY WOLF
(A cruel smile)
Better. A flicker of something. Not belief, but the memory of it. Good. We can work with that. Let's talk about your props. Your toys. This... "Directed Weapon." Don't look at me like that. We have the schematics. We have the usage logs. We have the encephalograms. I want the monologue. The scene where you, the great visionary, describe your creation. The soliloquy of the god-maker. Go!
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
It was a tool for national advancement. A shield. A way to...
CROWLEY WOLF
(Slamming his script down)
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Mohammed's composure cracks. A memory surfaces, unwanted.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(Quieter, almost a whisper)
It was... clean. Like the moment after anesthesia, but with perfect clarity. No grogginess. Just... light. A motivation that didn't end. I could run for hours. I didn't need to sleep. One press... and the deepest sleep. Movies weren't on a screen, they were... real. Music wasn't sound, it was... a color. A feeling of being loved by the universe itself.
CROWLEY WOLF
YES! SEE? THAT'S ACTING! The truth! And what else? What did it do to your perception of the little people? The ones outside your skull?
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(A flicker of the old arrogance)
It clarified things. It showed me what was... necessary. The distance between me and... others. They became... smaller. Insignificant. Like insects scurrying on the pavement kilometers below. Their concerns... microscopic.
CROWLEY WOLF
Magnificent! The god-monologue! Now, the next scene. The difficult one. The casting call. You have this divine tool. You need a court. A government. But the best minds, the strong-willed, the ones who might actually help you... they see you for what you are. A tyrant. They wouldn't come. They wouldn't love you. So what did you do, my brilliant casting director? What kind of actors did you settle for?
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My advisors were chosen for their loyalty. Their commitment to Vision 2030.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Leaning in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial boom)
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That's enough! You know nothing! Security required it! The smart ones, the critical ones... they would betray me! They would question! It was safer! It was the only way to protect the nation from...
CROWLEY WOLF
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CROWLEY WOLF
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CROWLEY WOLF
And then? The night he came to you. Not in person. Through the machine. What did that feel like, Layla?
MOHAMMED/LAYLA
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CROWLEY WOLF
AGAIN! FROM THE MOMENT YOU REALIZED IT WASN'T LOVE! IT WAS A PRISON!
MOHAMMED/LAYLA
(Screaming)
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CROWLEY WOLF
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Crowley Wolf watches, unblinking. He nods slowly, a single, definitive gesture.
CROWLEY WOLF
Circle Seven. Violence. The role is yours. Play it well.
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