Now that the 100-day mark has been passed, the new regime, under the leadership of the Bassirou Diomaye Faye-Ousmane Sonko Pastefian tandem, has still not finished settling in…

It’s all happening slowly.

Let’s move on from the reckless announcement by the Council of Ministers that tells the People of 54% of the electorate that the ‘Project’, which was been sold in every tone for a decade, with a bloody adrenaline rush since 2021, is in the writing stage. My friend, don’t worry, it’s just a matter of a few months!

For the time being, of course, we have to make the most of the situation. There are some in the first circle who can’t take it anymore. To hell with election promises: the calls for candidates will have to wait… Especially, those who know too much will be snubbed.

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One of them, apparently on the heels of emergencies in America, is dropping unmentionable titbits, specifying what return on investment he expects. Just think, his million dollars spent on the glory of the (putative) President of the Republic Ousmane Sonko, Pros, to finance, he says with some regret, Molotov cocktails; what about his ‘live’ religiously followed by the martyrs of the ‘Project’, the most committed of whom have mysteriously died?

He admits, falsely modest and repentant, that his prophecies have broken up households? He doesn’t doubt it for a second: the Pros is the Saviour, the Project is Noah’s Ark, and he is the ship’s sailor without whom the bark would sink in the first storm…

The problem was that they forgot to board him… Now he found himself a bit on his own, running out of arguments and ammunition. His first reminder was not enough, and after a few weeks of patient waiting, he added another layer for the road, a little below the belt.

We’re not going to linger over so little, are we?

The business of the Republic waits for no one: there are street vendors to be cleared out, out-of-control motorcyclists to be brought back into line, over-prosperous entrepreneurs to be impoverished, press groups to be subdued, activists to be thrown in jail, privileged people to be relegated to the rank of mere mortals.

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In short, the poor people, who are waiting for justice to be done, have a front-row seat to comment on the downfall of the pundits of the Mackyavélie regime. Ah, the joy of being able to recount in a Facebook status, with a photo to back it up, the meeting at the stop of the rickety Tata, with that neighbour who’s become nice, the former minister who overtook you in a saloon car the last quarter and pretended not to recognise you. His boubou is humbly crumpled, his babouche wrinkled, his face already emaciated. He is so modest as to exchange his mobile number with you, with which he indulges in familiarities via WhatsApp.

We’re comforted by much less.

Nonetheless, these meagre consolations are not making the ranks of the Project’s disciples happy. They need something concrete, something tangible, preferably cash… For the time being, positions are being handed out to ‘deserving’ close friends and family. These are the people who have been in the spotlight on all fronts, when the ‘Project’ seemed compromised, since the beginning of 2021. Many of this rebellious fauna went to prison, in order to precede the leader, who is referred to respectfully as ‘mou sèll mi’. This is the only dignified response to the grotesque accusations of an anonymous masseuse who has appeared out of nowhere, from some island in Serer country, looking for a buzz. The bitch is surrounded by a political death squad, specially assembled by Macky Sall and his entourage to bury the 2024 favourite alive.

As they say, when everything is compromised and a miracle occurs, God is in charge. In a nutshell, the tide is turning and, after 24 March 2024, all these fine people can gloat.

That deserves to be rewarded, despite what some may think.

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Since then, one appointment follows another at the end of each Cabinet meeting, like so many exam deliberations, while the entrance exams for the sixth form, the Bac and the Bfem have produced their share of unhappy and happy pupils.

Once the surprise has worn off, you get used to it: the calls for candidates that the ‘Project’ has been selling for a decade can still wait, probably for Pros’ term of office. Diomaye is in charge now, and he is clearly warming the armchair of Pros, who has been unlucky enough to be installed in the all-too-constrained position of Prime Minister, and who is modestly content to bivouac in the Petit Palais.

His humility and generosity, his modesty and altruism, will be his undoing.

Last week, in one fell swoop, nearly eighty male nominations and a few female awards. Feminists, who didn’t rebel when Adji Sarr was screaming for death, won’t be bothered by so little either.

It must be that the troops are starting to get fed up and there’s no point in waiting any longer. The first to be served, of course, at the very beginning, are the close family, the inner circle.

In lean times, let’s not forget, they would do whatever it took, paying with their lives, their integrity and even their probity to ensure that the Elected Official escaped the dark and no less sordid plots hatched in the Mackyavelian offices of the Palace.

It’s only just

As for the gang of looters who have been bringing this country to its knees for so long, they have nothing to lose by waiting. The brand new, boss of Rts, Pape Alé Niang, who has a habit of opening the ball, has just lit the fuse: “We must tell the truth to the People”, he posted personally to the attention of his bosses, whom he called on publicly. The echo comes from Fadilou Keïta, the new boss of the Deposits and Consignations Fund: Macky’s gang is a criminal association that has left nothing behind but a field of ruins.

The halali has just been launched, so that the wave of new poor people floods the city.

By Ibou FALL