Ben Dosso - Eternal Journey

Ben Dosso (2019)

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Dosso, Ben

Eternal Journey

ISBN 9781643788067 (Paperback)

ISBN 9781643788050 (Hardback)

ISBN 9781645365242 (ePub e-book)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2019914116

The main category of the book BIOGRAPHY & AUTOBIOGRAPHY / General

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On the eve of Samba Diallos birthday, a shootings rain was watering Abidjan, and the invitation cards he had given to his friends fell into the plowing of combat. The gifts were flying in the wind.

Sky viewa bright city of bullets like the fireflies that were falling on the herbs and this city of Abidjan was devastated by a storm that nobody was expecting. The mortar fires of massive destruction were echoing everywhere like thunder roars in the sky and the earth was trembling at its turn. It seemed as if a plane was crashing around the house.

Before the horrible nights of bombardment of spring 2011, the city of Abidjan was peacefully livable and likable. On the other hand, inside the country, everything was ebullient, safe from an excessive community violence of a bloody Civil war. And in this combination of anarchy and general chaos, Samba Diallos family got an unexpected visit in the middle of the night. The time at which the bars are emptied little by little. The gentle wind blows. The dried leaves fall. The silence controls the town. The sleep blinds the eyes and the dogs barking penetrates the hollow of ears. A visit during in which Samba Diallos family was ignoring the main reason. It was completely different from the many visits Samba Diallo had opportunities to attend or see from afar. Sometimes, Samba Diallo had no idea about these meetings. But during this last nocturnal visit, he was left for dead under the bed in the dark of his bedroom. Analyzing the degree of noises that was in his living room, he knew that the conversation was too stormy. And it was so hard to guess that this visit was a courtesy visit. Few minutes later, the conversation was turning down. But the shouts from outside could damage ears. This night was an unforgettable night for Samba Diallo and his family, likewise the rest of the population.

His genetic umbrella, his mom, who used to buy him all kinds of toys when he was still little, was shaking like a feather in the wind. A woman with a gold heart. Whenever Samba Diallo talked about his genetic umbrellas kindness, he used to get more smiles on his lips, as if someone was tickling him. A genetic umbrella that he had seen nude for the last time, unclothed entirely by the armed men. The one who was pampering him before they went to bed. The one who would wake him up in his pee and defecations in the early morning without complaining about these two toxic mixtures. The one who used to protect him from the hot and dry wind and the swirls from savannah and torrential rains that resulted in material and human disasters in working-class neighborhoods during the rainy seasons. Despite his exaggerated crying, his genetic umbrella always found sweet words, giving him a good reason to cool down his heart of the old Diesel engine. The one who used to breastfeed him when the employees of his stomach were claiming their rights. According to his genetic umbrella, Samba Diallo was just an aromatic reed, so fragile, that could not grow on dry earth without water, even if this earth was fertile for scientifics. Samba Diallo believed that his genetic umbrella could replace Santa Claus someday, to give some gifts to kids because for a long time, every December 25, celebration day of the birthday of Jesus for Christian Community, we see only the Santa Claus dressed in red and white, smiling in his long white beard like an old goat. However, its not only men who are kind on Earth. Women are kinder than men too, according to him.

I am not doing the eulogy of my genetic umbrella as if she was Virgin Mary, to offend people who did not have a chance to taste the honey of a docile genetic umbrella. That is not my main goal. But I am never going to know the faces of these ghosts with masked voices that were shaking my genetic umbrellas voice. I would give them a double punch in their faces for breaking my genetic umbrella that was protecting me against this hellish sun, said Samba Diallo, before joining a mourned populace on the public roads.

On the other hand, his dad, who was working as an officer in the military service, was always gone when Samba Diallo was still forgetting himself in the arms of Morpheus. Sometimes, Samba Diallo used to saturate his fathers eardrums by curiosity with a bunch of questions during his days off about military service. He absolutely wanted to know more about military service. What would happen in the military camps if he would decide to integrate in the national army to defend the national flag color? He really liked this striped uniform like the skin of a zebra because when he would see his dad dressed in his military uniform, he thought his father was one of the heroes that he was watching in cartoon movies. Because his dad always used to tell him, Being a military is to be a psychologist. Being a psychologist is to be strong mentally and know how to keep secretly everything we see in military camp in a corner of the head. Everything that happens in a military camp stays in the camp. He also added, My boy, you are still little. Be patient, when you will be older, you will know a lot about it. You will know what a soldier in mission is. His dad answered him, nodding his head. That dark face intrigued Samba Diallo. But by fear, the rest of his questions stayed blocked in his throat like Edens Apple. He used to believe his parents to be protectors and immortal gods. Under their wings, he felt safety. Unfortunately, during the last visit, his parents were so weak, no more than a chick that was just hatching from the egg. Unable to defend themselves, nor could they defend Samba Diallo. Yet Samba Diallo wanted to be the guardian of national sovereignty and his genetic umbrella used to tell him to be a powerful man like Kiriku, as in his childhood movies, face the power of Karaba, the sorceress, making him play on word games.