2024-09-02 02:18:17
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Young, he was promoted to a brilliant career as a musician. But very quickly, the fall. Elie Kamano, a shadow who skims the walls of showbiz has become the ghost of the People’s Palace and develops a bizarre behavior. But what do you want? God disdains the ungrateful. He reserves for them a sad life, an endless wandering on the desolate lands of torments and eternal regrets. The already finishing musician for a penny has no other vocation than to vituperate his benefactor, the man who extended a large and firm hand to him to pull him out of the gutter, General Mamadi Doumbouya, Head of State, President of the Republic, Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces. To make a semblance of reputation, he spits in the soup in which he once gorged himself to the point of drowning.
This musician, whose voice struggles to cross national borders in the reggae genre, never ceases to surprise with his legendary ingratitude, his lack of conviction and, above all, his visceral hatred towards people of good faith who resist his attempts at blackmail.
For several months, prey to a vengeful megalomania that hides his name, the so-called reggaeman has shamelessly attacked his former benefactor His Excellency General Mamadi Doumbouya, who had nevertheless taken him under his protective wing and pampered him.
But politics can lead astray when it combines with art and… business! The pseudo-politician has been seeing red since he was dropped by the President of the Republic after his disastrous management of the amount made available to him, in his capacity as president of an NGO deliberately invented to assist artists in difficulty, particularly in terms of health. Without haggling, the so-called philanthropic artist Élie Kamano embezzled the large sum that the generous President of the Republic put in his hands to rescue men and women of culture from distress and precariousness. God knows there are some and they don’t know which way to turn.
Renowned musicians, such as Abraham Sonty or Oudy 1er, we remember, were forced to come out of their reserve, to step up to the plate, to unmask the impostor. The deeds and actions of the rascal and crook Élie Kamano were then the media’s gossip. In a humiliating confrontation for the politician flouting reggae ethics, the famous performer of “Koundou Waka” and the father of the Guinean version of Coupé Décalé laid bare the scandalous, dishonest and opaque management of money by Élie Kamano. God, it was pathetic, a spectacle that stank of the bilge and the cesspool. It was all the more mortifying because we were dealing with a megalomaniac, a braggart and a proud man of the first kind. He really didn’t know where to put himself, this Mr. Kamano with the tight-knit straitjacket.
Since this humiliation live in the media, the politician, losing momentum, lacking inspiration, decided, with visceral hatred, to vent his bile on the President of the Republic, Head of State, Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces, His Excellency General Mamadi Doumbouya who, let us recall, had greatly opened the doors of the Mohamed-V Palace to him.
The sold-out singer does a pirouette and restores his political and moral virginity by biting the hand that has long fed him. It’s in the air, we must howl with the wolves. But let him not be mistaken, in the eyes of observers, every day by one step he sinks into indignity. He toils in quicksand and believes he can get out on top. They are clouds without water, uprooted trees, twice dead.
Elie Kamano is the prototype of the ungrateful and the opportunist, a specialist in about-faces, a sold-out politician who no longer even finds a buyer.
The food artist who did not hesitate to get his hands on the money intended for all the artists of the Republic, what greed!
Let him be anathema and smitten with shame. Forever cursed by his peers.
SIDIBÉ Bath
Journalist