RO-OUA OR KING'S PEOPLE

This story inspired by the text of Kafka is an appointment to tell history. And tell history, it is also rely on the bedrock values that underpin my life.
These values, I've inherited from my predecessors, those great men and women from Africa, living or dead, to whom I pay tribute. I will not name them because I do not know some.
There are those who have distinguished themselves through their charisma, the other by their actions and there are those who have worked in the shadows. All of them drew signs that remain forever under the giant tree animated by word fire. Far inside the house, they have taught me the values of integrity, humanity and respect for life ...
Leave death to create life.
Kafka reminds us that "... we have traditions, singing existed, there are even legends talking about it and songs have been preserved but no one knows more singing."
To bring back the loved, the lost, those who will not come back.
To kill the ghosts of childhood.
I want to laugh, sing, dance, scream and cry. 

Odile Sankara