As far I remember, the first thing I was able to pronounce approximately correctly in English is Thank you, due to Yvonne Chaka Chaka song. At that time, I didn’t understand what it meant and I’m not sure I knew which language it was! Now, I think her DJ must have been really wonderful to justify this tune and I should look up to know more about it.

In this crazy changing world, some people give us profound sentiment of stability, eternal youth and they deserve our gratefulness. No, I can’t be old, dears. Just yesterday, I sang Mokonzi na 5 février and I remember what I was doing this well-known first day of the last month of some year. Today in our democratic countries, the same gents are still incumbent. As my teachers in secondary school taught me that presidents have limited tenures in democratic system, I conclude there is just a while since. People who have lived zaman Degaulle or Ngarta, temps yé Malloum or FAN, are normally old; you can hear their story on Archives d’Afrique. I am not in this case. I finished primary and secondary schools, was graduated from university, and begun working on a gap of time so short that president cannot be changed.

I could stay in my daydream, convinced to be a genuine wonder person but some insolent gray hair and the fact that little kids I looked after are almost parents of teenagers, so we are grandparent-to-be, make me realistic. No, bad genes, pollution of nature and society values are not responsibles of those situations. Mam, time flies, world yell me through all changes I can witness via media. And I realize sadly that our democracy is a mock. Even if those schemes have some common features with monarchy (family link or shared opinions prevail), I think in those situations where huge part of population experience poverty whereas a minority delight luxury, the appropriate term is sadism for psychologists or just witchery.

Though, psychotherapy or deliverance ritual are not necessaries. History teaches us how popular movements upend things even if they cost innocent lives and infrastructures. Finally, those who got hung to save things they’ve unfairly won loss them and sometimes they pass away too, killed by revenge.

Dear black African presidents, you are graduated from prestigious schools, succeed to climb all scale in army, so you will be intelligent to quit the presidency. Hoping you won’t disappoint us, we tell you…

Thank you Mr. Presidents for hearing popular voice.