TRIBUTE TO KATOUCHA NIANE

My sister, I remember you at those fashion shows in Paris, in the 80’s.I was still a teenager dreaming like all African girls of my age to become a Katoucha, a Kadidja or an Iman. You had presence on the stage , giving life to Yves-Saint-Laurent’s creation , giving wings to silk and flow to any skirt dress or pants even though Haute-Couture. Katoucha! clothes were living through your Charisma.
Our Princess, I remember those nights or early mornings in  » Keur Samba », you were hiding in ladies rooms, unaware of all of us, lost in your pain and suffering.
You are our icon, we Fulanis raised with an endless sense of pride and dignity no matter what…
You were always hanging with Chris Seydou, your spiritual brother and you inspired each other in your endless will to change the way the world was looking at our Africa.
Then you decided to go back home and you were betrayed by your likes, but you stood the humiliation,  »Born to Survive ». Once again, you have overcome, always in action, creative and beautiful.
As I write , I see you laughing , knowing you wouldn’t want us to cry but your loss is painful big sister…Too hard on us… we have unfinished projects but for you I will continue and make it happen.
I never became a top model or even a model but you inspired me as other African women as a role model..
I remember those days in Abidjan, in 1997 when you came for the launch of your collection, wonderful,l African inspired but universal like you and perfectly fitted. I can see you pregnant with Hayden and madly in love with Nigel a bunch of roses in his hands for my mum. You were so happy!!!. Generous you were , always giving and sharing.
And then your Japanese adventure following your husband in Tokyo. I remember our phone discussions on life in Japan, the lack of afrocentric Hairdressers and  »Tiep bou Dieune ».
I missed you when you were doing the Public Relations of the Pershing’s restaurant in Paris, you had left few minutes before my arrival…
I recognized you there, always ready to fight, to stand up, to BE.
Last April , I was in Dakar for few days and when you heard I was in town, you invited me to your Restaurant  »Monte-Christo » in Ngor. I was so happy to see you as usual beautiful, sparkling and lively. You were perfectly dressed in a black suit designed by you and made in Senegal and then you started praising capacities of Africa to sell itself… We made plans on organizing a big event in Central Africa in 2008…I went back home and while on a trip to Paris Marie-Jeanne Serbin Thomas www.brune-lemag.com told me you had written a book « Dans ma chair » (in my flesh) and you were on a promotion tour.
When I read on the net that you had disappeared, I was worried but Hope was stronger so I called a friend in Dakar and she was positive telling me you might have decided to take a break from the world and its wickedness. She planted seeds of hope in my heart.
I bought the new Brune , Marie-Jeanne wrote a beautiful paper on you STILL FULL OF HOPE.
The BAD NEWS came by mail…
Great Lady,  »Grande Dame », thanks for the wonderful time spent together, thanks for being an inspiration for all African women, we love you and will never forget you…

LIGHT!LIGHT!LIGHT!

Waouw i was able to write,watch tv and have a life  »the power is on ». 2 days of rain in a row,today is the international day for Kid’s Soldier this relates me to one the most brilliant African writer (according to me) Amadou Kourouma « Allah n’est pas oblige »!. I have seen them in Monrovia in 1997, in Brazzaville in 1999 and they are still in DRCongo.
Pain…It’s so painful to have youngsters sacrificed to causes they don’t even understand serving the greed of warlords and golddiggers..This is also my Africa.
So have a small prayer for our sons and daughters forced to kill to feed others greed.

What Else? On Sunday Egypt won for the 6th time the African cup of Nation.But congratulations to Cameroon’s team who fought hard enough to only allow one goal to Egyptians. So Bravo Rigobert Song, Samuel Etoh and the other players!!!

Whatever i have been lazying in my escada jogging for 2 days with no running water and no electricity isn’t that funny?? That’s Africa!! Everytime i travel out out of here sitting in my business class seat 1F on an Air France Flight to Paris, Beyrouth, Lisboa or wherever i feel so relieved…Running Water!!! Electricity!!!! no fear no stress i will be able to charge my mobile anytime and anywhere….

Afro Positive

I have thought about it over and over and now its about time to do it , I was born somewhere in West Africa, grew up in Europe, went to summer camps in the States as a teen ager and live now somewhere in Central Africa.

Most of the time the only thing people associate my continent with is hunger, diseases, wars and so forth…Enough is enough! Of course all these are real but we are also real, African workers living a decent life with no connections to whatever corrupted government..African girls with a taste for Jimmy Choo Shoes and Chanel bags, that we pay with our hardly earned salaries…

Here we are chasing the latest Prada bag or dreaming of the Kelly Hermes bag, despising copies even though everybody in the city where i live carries the fake thing and thinks mine is one… Death or Quality, thats all we have ,to forget the holes in the street on the way to our homes, Electricity shortages for over 24hours…I was lucky enough to be born on the the right side and i thank God everyday Alhamdoulillahi Rabbil Al Amin! Yes that is who i am a 38 years old single black muslim African…Always hoping that tomorrow here will be better in spite of what had just happened in Kenya, Chad or in the East of DRC..

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