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BAMAKO MALI: THE CHILDREN OF SLAVERY IN THE NAME OF ALLAH

ISLAM is now a BUSINESSES in the hands of certain individuals and it wondered if they were one day live by faith. Killers and kidnappers Islamist preachers political profiteers that religion clog the public sphere with their eloquence and their pranks, as to make us accept the most reprehensible acts THE NAME OF ALLAH. As if the holy name of Allah would absolve them of DRIFTS most questionable. The holy month of Ramadan itself does not stop them in their CRIMES MOUNAFIKS''''(hypocrites).

The case that concerns me here and that gives me the creeps at the highest point is probably the shameless exploitation of SMALL CHILDREN UNDER TEN YEARS (mostly) by young adults, acting as a Koranic teacher. A fact DAILY taking place under the noses of PUBLIC AUTHORITIES MALI often forgetful of their duties ...

DISPOSED OF CHILDREN IN THE MORNING AND IN THE RAIN

every night that God does, I'm helpless and unfortunate witness of these scenes distress that happen to Djikoroni BAKO-AIT, an upscale suburb of Bamako where I live temporarily. Every night, not necessarily good or bad, windy or raining, and very late hours of the dark night, lit by street lights of the highway that passes in front of the house Tiken Jah Fakoli and headed straight for the River. We see These skeletons GARNER, carrying their cans in rags and bare feet, stopped at the edge of the tar or tracking the customers of bars and restaurants open that line the street.

Every night I see them when I'm eating and when I go look for pieces of bone for two stray dogs that I cherish for some time. At first I tried to preach and educate these young hostages of Islam on the dangers that lurk in the night. Not a chance! One evening, I had divine inspiration to convince a young beggar about 6 years to take me to his master. While I expected to face a bearded old authoritarian, I was surprised to meet a young PEUL (in quarantine), with very good looks and wearing a boubou Bazin. I declined to see him as a journalist and my reasons for my visit.

Disappointed and embarrassed, he muttered the words (in Fulani) his young disciple who vanished immediately. I explained to this young master Koranic BC BG that I understand this Muslim custom of begging children, but insisted on the dangers of the practice overnight. I told him clearly that it is not consistent with Islam and that it is rather a INCENTIVES CRIME. He launched into a heartfelt attempt to justify, to exculpate himself. He told me first that each small group is discreetly monitored by a young teenager, and then explained that night begging "is in the interest of children" (sic) ...

He believes these underprivileged youth are given the chance to eat better food from the wealthy who come to eat or just a drink in bars. "ISLAM How can he cope with money or the presents of alcohol drinkers-A BANNED? "I asked him point-blank !

sheepishly, he replayed the same speculation, trying to win my sympathy ... as short as possible, I told him that if I still encounter these children in the street at night, I would go to the police to complain or write an article to alert international public opinion. He insisted on having my phone number he scored in a LUXURY CELL (most likely bought with money from begging children). With the promise to call me to better explain the phenomenon ...

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Not only over a month later I never received that famous phone call, but the outrageous nightlife of child hostages continues unabated. Better than that, there are only three days, my punishment reached its climax when this cold and rainy August evening, I received my slap.
Along the highway with my bag of bones, I had the misfortune of seeing the same young beggar 6 years, with its red metal box, still barefoot and in rags, exhausted, limping and holding with barely a grimace PAIN, holding a white cloth Bazin he came back to a young adult seated at a booth. On the wooden shelf he held, I recognized him another Koranic teacher.

There literally explode, and indexing it, I uttered: "That is your Islam? This is not Islam that, but rather an act of CAFRA SON! I will report to the police ... "In response, he contented himself with staring at me indifferent smile, shrugging his shoulders, just to say:" What can the police against me? Do you think the police are not aware of our business? Who can oppose in this country, acts committed in the name of Allah? "It was exactly this replica
that this thug had me with his sly smile, devoid of any feeling of pity ...

WHO WILL GET RID OF THE SCOURGE?

Once is not custom, I am speaking here of great doers and undoer customs that hold the world in their clutches. These omnipotent gods of biting WESTERN to liver problems because of the veil or excision, which, with their armies of associations and NGOs, undo all that they do not like.
point I will get into any debate. I only asking them to follow through on their "LOGIC Civilization, easing us this unbearable burden. So they rid us of these YOUNG TALIBAN OF MALI ... And please, no need to bomb for it. Just a little pressure. A little nudge in a good position ...

meantime, I remain available to the Malian authorities, if they decide to eradicate this serious crime ISLAMIST To be continued ...



Mountaga FADED KANTÉKA
mountaga40@hotmail.com
Tel: 223 76 69 24 47

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EPIDEMIC OF DIRT AT BAMAKO

Warning: faint hearted are advised to refrain from reading this article, which could be fatal.

Here is a sensitive topic that addresses a fundamental aspect of underdevelopment and, in this pre-election period, should inspire politicians Malian sore proposals. Especially those who change (Yelema) their battle cry. Because to make the change, it is done with men of sound mind and body.

However, Bamako, the capital and the scene of the issues, is not conducive to a healthy body and mind. Especially this winter or typhoid fever is rampant. Typhoid DISEASE DIRT. A disease of dirty hands and an unhealthy environment, weakening citizens and vowing to premature death.

URBANIZATION AND WILD CULTURE uncleanliness

The Bamako proud of the rapid physical transformation of this city, with the increase of paved roads and the emergence of beautiful suburbs, which bloom from opulent villas. Luxury homes built on land serviced by the Agency for Real Estate Transfer (AIT) which, on occasion, it is being filled their pockets. Without always worrying about environmental issues. Transforming the once idyllic visions MARES in disgust. Especially when it comes the rainy season.

The Wintering in Bamako worth all the detours in the world. Both the sweetness it provides the musical atmosphere it gives off-conducive to daydreaming and creating. An Eden of freshness, is the smell of water and green leaves, decorated by the family of hummingbirds, eat millet, doves and other songbirds, toads relayed night-singers. A season of happiness by forgetting that we are in a country of scorching heat and dust. This natural symphony is, alas, tempered by the work of man: the dirt. A dirty, worthy of the darkest periods of Prehistory

... Woe to you if your steps lead you to some places in rainy weather. Once you leave paved roads or paved and we ventured into some muddy streets, our whole body is in contact urticaria before these Unnamable VISIONS OF DECAY which spread all around and you continue until your bed and your ability to close the eye. All our senses are hounded by the disgusting scene, to the point that it feels like swimming in his sleep. We develop allergies and psychosomatic illnesses. Nothing to talk about I'm sick.

How to describe these horrors stagnation occur only in the worst nightmares fiction? Lets see a panoramic view of septic tanks and open drains clogged with filth, waste water thrown into the streets, in addition to garbage and excrement different. DECOMPOSITION OF A MAGMA which eventually turn red soil, sometimes sticky mat indefinable color, sometimes in a kind of porridge mid-green, half-black, sometimes in a substance beyond the vocabulary and unsustainable in the light. A range of TABLES putrefaction, decorated with weeds and garbage overflowing, inflicting the worst torture the soul. And the miasma which could be fatal to a sensitive heart. A cocktail of smells as toxic fumes of an atomic bomb.

The rain meant cleaning the huge mess, only exacerbate it, since there is not enough flow channels, the few being blocked. This is especially the shoes of pedestrians and the wheels of cars that wade in this pond of microbes that are carried and propagated well in the four corners of the farmhouses. And I do not yet speak of FLIES who dip and then come arise in the course. Neither the proliferation of cockroaches and mosquitoes that follows ...

CUSTOM HAND SALES

At this environmental scandal complements that of PREPARED FOOD VENDORS who seem to have made a vow and oath of POISON their customers with their filth. There is indeed in this town a common practice that everyone seems to live with. It is for food vendors to serve the customers with their bare hands in which they take the dirty money. Everyone knows, however, a banknote or a coin goes through every hand and all places. And the particular case of Bamako, given the sorry state of banknotes and coins, and the unhealthy environment in which they run, this problem is multiplied a hundredfold.

Whenever we take the money in his hand, a whole colony of microbes that captures and we should have presence of mind to wash your hands thoroughly with soap. But the food vendors do not care. The small shopkeeper at the corner baker, the saleswoman donut conservator is no exception. Eat bread or any food purchased outside Bamako, is a gamble with death.

And as long as we react, we are greeted by signs of mood or SMALL mocking laughter, just to say: "This is taking to a Toubab or what? "As if to say that hygiene is the prerogative of the white man, the Negro is" naturally immunized against microbes. " And it is these same individuals who are addicted to cell phones and television Western series, which melt into tears at the love scenes with rose water, dreaming of exile in France, the United States, Canada etc.. And are willing to invest millions on a visa ...

Who is going to make them understand that we do not serve food with bare hands? Who will teach them the use of gloves or utensils under the circumstances?

TO BE ADVERTISING around the ITN, we'd better address this unacceptable situation that scares away visitors and encourage nationals into exile. Because in an environment as bad as ours, we have a thousand chances to catch all fatal diseases, including malaria, even before they had time to sit under an ITN. In a healthy environment, the money we invest in nets serve other needs as vital. No need for mosquito nets.

The politician who will do this serious social problem's workhorse, will be assured of full support of many voters. And the media that were in the termination of this scourge and public awareness campaigns to differentiate themselves from competitors who can only speak for politicking or trifles.

PS: Just when I close this article, I am told that Mali is ranked among the dirtiest 3 countries in the world after Guinea and Niger. Is it any wonder?

Mountaga FADED KANTÉKA
mountaga40@hotmail.com
Tel: 223 76 69 24 47