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All sheep in the world leading to the avenue of laurels on which you can admire the loincloth of a woman whose infancy and singing winds will make you think about the night shadows that hide an old lizard crawling on the coast of Adam.
Those who love his pen include through these first words that I pay warm tribute to this wonderful author Ousmane Diarra what … When Mali expresses the whole humanity that vibrates.
“The road clamor.” The first time I hear such, it rings and resonates deep within my soul like an unexpected promise. I had a terrible urge to read it. Then, I have the opportunity to hear the author speak very briefly about the fruits of his “creation.” Its simplicity, erudition and humility eventually convince me. I‘m starting …
Simply put, like him; it is through the mouth of a child that you will begin the road shouts: “One morning, my dad showed a large blank table he had carefully hidden in the house. He knows his house more than anyone in the world, my dad. So he pulled out his table with brushes and paint cans. He settled in the street outside our house. He started scribbling, painting. He had almost closed eyes. People passing by stopped to watch as you look at a wild animal zoo, spinning around in his iron cage, which roared in vain anger. Heck, I‘m his son, I do not understand what he was trying to draw. He worked all day as well. It is at nightfall I saw finally emerge from his brushes an old pig … We are in Mali, in a bloody broth of intolerance, under the rule of Islamists led by the Caliph Mabu Maba said arrant Ranson Kattar Ibn Ahmad Almorbidonne, and struggling with the ferocity kids imams. A painter, also a former classmate of false caliph, is caught in the traps of obscurantism. It destroyed his family, it destroyed his studio, his paintings and sculptures in smoke. Only he still has his head full of irony to stand up to the invaders, unforgettable figure of our time leaded fanaticism father frail pride and ulcerated artist with devastating humor, human dignity and exemplary distraught … “C is a child says.
“The road clamor” or the romance of a Malian family against the Jihad. To learn more, you’ll have no choice but to go to the source. Feel free to leave femmesaupluriel.com to share your thoughts after reading. Send me your views, comments and personal requests by e-mail: Aissatoukourouma21@gmail.com
