THE REGRETS AND CONFIDENCES OF A FORMER DOOKAT

ork that’ils were doing. I was not mistaken, ay doorkat laniou (that is, truand). L’un d’ux in this case Moussa but Meuzy as nickname was closer to me. The others despite our rapprochement were a

ay other roles that J’called mission laugh. J’ai rubbed shoulders with its people 2 years and J’ai had a lot of’argent, before me take off with my own wings. I made a hole in their middle. The girls were running behind me. J’ really started to realize my dreams. J’changeais de copine comme j’change de billeton. J’ was known for boxes, hotels, chic environments, luxury had become my weak point. My first acquaintances in the Dakarian land had difficulty recognizing me, so much, I’ had changed in everything. J’suis returned to my first steps to offer bags of rice and’argent. I’ did it only twice before cutting the bridges. Because it was starting to tell lies about me. On one side, they were right but on the other they lied too much. Genre Demba became a freemason, he made a sacrifice to have all this luxury, he slaughtered a black dog, he makes his prayers on dog and’hyene skins. Certainly, I did not earn worthily my life but I did not’s do everything that’s said. J’suis become a doorkat but nothing else. I didn't’on criticize me. J’wanted that everyone’adore me, sings my praises. J’ was surrounded by griots and I made new friends. If you can't bring me much’, I turn my back on you. J’ had become arrogant, j’do what I see fit. J’gagnais easily de l’argent. J’ had even become a marabout broker, J’was going from village to village to find me good marabouts to bewitch some rich people. J’ was thoroughly into my role as doorkat (truand). J’ai started spending without calculating. My grey-grey were the doubles of the wrestlers. Each of my outings was like a fight. I NEVER’oubli mes gris-gris et mes safara (bain mystique). To tell the truth, I wasn't praying. I’ had no time to ask God for anything. J’trusted my marabouts. He M’ happened to spend weeks in the fine depths of the most remote villages of Senegal for mystical baths. J’ was so blinded by’argent and luxury. I was venerated. I didn't want’on m’ignore anymore. J’ was present only in the environments where I was put in the ranks of VIPs. J’ was the godfather of parties, tannebeer, sabar, concerts and J’ had become the main subject of singers. J’animated also the various facts, so much, j’en had done. The people press had a new whooping cough. My first pass time was girls (come on town bou tekki bakhoul). It’was like a revenge with the girls. Those who looked at me like crazy before, now dream of spending a night with me. J’ was generous s’he s’was a’a beautiful woman. If you are in my sights, I’peux even to’offer millions to spend nights with you. Once I’ knew the nooks and crannies of your body, I leave you without problem. I was making enemies without M’en to account. In a span of time, I’ai knew so many different girls. Thiey Yalla khaliss bou lewoul baxoul (l’argent facile n’est pas bon). I NEVER THOUGHT about creating something or me’buy a house. J’habitated in a luxurious house for rent. J’payais 3 million per month. J’ had 3 dogs, a driver, a caretaker and 3 housekeepers. The driver and the guard were happy with the situation because I saw them using the right ones as well. It didn't bother me and it even made me laugh. Especially my driver, a real Diay Taar. We were very close and I’aiked his way of proceeding. He’ it even managed to regulate me some contacts of the girls that I’voulais. Cars, I changed them like J’voulais. J’peux buy one, L’used 3 months and resell it. My arrogance surprised me day by day. My family never knew about my work. She thought that J’ was worthily enjoying my life. When J’partais to visit them, it’is the party in the village. As I’ had become arrogant and I hated her, I did not spend the night in the family home : HOTEL rek. J’s knew that some people didn't like it but when you have’argent in certain family, you are a perfect. Everything you do is appreciated even if you do not’ in the right way. I couldn't stay in an environment without an air conditioner. I only spent one night in the village before returning to Dakar. My visits were the opportunity for my mother's friends to bring their daughter home so that J’ falls in love on the’une of her. They made me laugh. It must be said, in Senegal, some mothers sell their daughter. They came to show their intention. Since I never return an advance, it happened to me to choose a beautiful girl secretly before my driver took his number. At night I’appelle and J’passe the night with her at the’hotel. The next day, I give him a sum of’argent and voila. It was enough for’elle to go home for her mom to call me back to ask me when the wedding or sing my praises like: Demba, doomou deuk bi nga. Ki sa diabarou yonou yalla leu. Boko take mom nga wara takk boko takoul mom nga wara takk. Seutou Belel ak Nathe his mbam mo khekh ak gainde gui ba danou ak mom si teen. Nieuweul agne si fii sa