Thank you, my little city, my very small depth. Two months of volunteering in the bed of a single on, you really have to be as generous as you to offer it to the old country that I am. I do not ask more. The old country people have never asked too small city. And I found myself yesterday in the lobby of one of the most exclusive restaurants in Bamako, at the same table with her. In front of her. She invited me. She wore a pregnancy. Pregnancy in the womb of the girl. The height of incongruity!. – You are always so boring before, as the country people do not change all your great pregnancy books you read and write will fail to kidnap you got the veil on the face, you are still naive and it's weird, you gain weight, looks like you're ugly, you're terrible, you Togolese, what sacrifices are they, your wives to marry you, eh, not only are you ugly but you are very stingy , hi hi hi, even your president looks like a periwinkle …. – I hope you did not invite me here to stuff yourself with abuse, I said, annoyed, I am after all, and I was your teacher and you …. – Uh, listen, let me with the history teacher or something or there, then your world makes me sick. I brought you here for a deal. She stopped. Drank two sips his Coke while watching me. Passed his hand over his round belly that almost hid the dress she wore loose. I knit mine. I made threatening. – Uh, listen Safi, you know me very well, you know I will do nothing to help you if you suggest something abnormal …. – The most anomalous that exists on this earth is to see a young boy who has not thirty years talking to a crowd that does not even follow, claiming teach courses. You see, eh, a young professor, is the most unusual thing that exists on earth, and as you are, well, you can do anything, even kiss the ass of a decomposing body . Enraged, I motioned to a waitress to pay the bill, mine, and leave, but she took my hand with one hand, and pointed one on his belly. – This is the belly, you go, eh, you're going to be the author. You'll be the author of my pregnancy. This pregnancy will belong to you to you, you see, huh. – I will not let you tell me anything, old fart, you know that I do nothing for me there, there are millions to be won behind the stomach, food and I eat you, is all the fortune of an old dunce of Blanc win behind the stomach that you see here, and you are the perfect profile of the person to whom the pregnancy must be owned by a young man educated, more or less refined and speaking good French, who can speak well in public, a court, before judges, a young man convincing and record nickel, someone we can believe. You know that apart from you I have not in my list of pointers. I do not fuck with the DJ, small players idle and useless, drug addicts … dirty, poorly educated, tattooed and pierced everywhere. Nobody will sell in a court, these people more than a shrew and died …. – Well here is the deal. You're coming home to tell my husband that I am your lover, I have always wrong with you since my marriage, the pregnancy I'm wearing is yours, you're going to complain … It is, of course, excited against me and want to hurt me. The whites are big idiots, they love their wives, even the black, you know, eh, it will therefore want to violate me, and I will play my score, the rest of the theater. My poor husband is dead white. Inadvertently killed during a fight with his frail wife pregnant. Then the court, you and me. A few days of investigation, and legs greased, wet and beards, and tongues tied here and there, you know this country is not it? And three months, you're lying in your bed and I just cover you with brand new notes of ten thousand balls and kisses, and make you once again find my wonderland, if you will of course nibbling the remains of an old pot-bellied and White Bear. She stared at me, waiting for my answer. I was about to tell him that I did not understand this bouillabaisse plan when she cut:. – I see you're confused. You're too ugly and villagers to understand. It will work. You do not need to understand, play is essential. I heaved a sigh of rage, or doubt. Had a waitress approached our table with the bill. I put my hands in their pockets to pay. She hastened to tender to the waitress a ten thousand francs. – I offer a bottle of Coca in addition to the pregnancy. Do not tell me it's not Kiffa, eh, you'll pay me when you'll have the millions of White deceased. Oh, I forgot, do not worry, the baby will come not in the world, he died a few days after the death of his father. Neither seen nor known. After all,
