Letter to fallen comrade of Chad, Idriss Déby

Dear Idris Deby Itno, 
I discern that physically you are no longer with us. Reports we received is that you’re shot dead as you fought to protect and keep your dear and beloved power. That’s when the blinds fell off for every eye to see about you and there’s nowhere to hide. Human, human, what are you to wrongly think that you can get away with murder? It’s only for gullible and crazy that can think they can defeat the hand of nature. Ta-ta my friends. Ta-ra, when I received the news of your timely demise, I tossed and drank a beer for your life. To those to/in whom you arose and enflamed fear, you no longer are a fear but a past tense. However, we still have the likes of you who irrationally and voraciously cling to dear and sweet power no matter what even if it means to detain, hijack or kill others whenever they feel they are a danger to them and their greed. I’m writing this chaunt so that others, especially the likes of you, can learn something from your flummoxing legacy as far as power is concerned. You, indeed, were a democrat-cum-hero of your own kind so to speak. Africa and the world will always celebrate your demise, sorry, life as the man who prised to rule; the man who lived by guns and, true to this law of nature, truly died by bullets. What a fate-cum-feat! Those with eyes must see and those with ears must hear and those with sanity must comprehend and learn a lesson thereof. Those who want to pointlessly and mindlessly retroflex what you perfected be warned, God isn’t human. 

        Dear Idris, you died a nada, sorry hero protecting your country, your government and your beloved and private power as one of the longest serving rulers who is no longer serving but rotting. What a fetid, sorry splendid legacy and a favour to your beloved country that you ruled draconically, sorry democratically for over three decades! True leaders die in power either naturally or by bullet. They are power and power is them. I know. Undemocratic people are now referring to you as a stinking dictator. Shame on them sorry on you! Those who don’t know how dear and sweet power is to you and the likes and those who don’t love their countries just rule for a few years and vacate. They call this crazy wont democracy. Who doesn’t understand that democracy is sometimes crazy or call it democrazy. You, indeed, showed the world how to rule and misrule your country demicratically altogether as a democratic daemon. 

        True democrats and men like you are the ones that don’t let power go. For real and true democrats, like you, there’s the beginning to power but not the end. Power for them is everything, and in this game, the means justifies the end not to mention that power is means and end in itself. Importantly and immortally, true democrats, like you my brother, see to it that power is theirs to own and protect even if it means to rig or convoke sham elections or being killed as was the case for you. Your sycophants call this martyrdom if not martyrs’ doom. Those who disbelieve this assertion must ask themselves: How’d you clinch six terms in office consecutively if you aren’t a true democrat that citizens loved dearly so as to allow you do as you please? True democrats die in power. They’re ready to kill others or be killed by others in order to keep their powers. Most of true democrats ignore aging or ineptitude in order to rule ‘democratically like Paul Biya (Cameroon) has futilely been doing.’ They always use and misuse public powers since they own it to see to it that it doesn’t slink off from their dirty and feeble hands.

Dear Idris, you sacrificed your body, life and soul for the love of your country, your life, your enemies even your victims. What an ideal love for a leader! I want you to know that you’re neither the first, the only, and the last. Gnassingbe Eyadema (Togo), Omar Bongo (Gabon), Laurent Kabila (DRC) and now you did the same. You and those dogcrats created self-serving systems that saw to it that whenever a demicrat died naturally or killed, their sons, stooges, wives even their goats inherited their beloved powers. Others are pondering  on this by making sure that they outdo your example by securing niches for their kids, stooges or wives in the upper echelons of power. Who’d think that you 37 years old son of yours Mahmoud would easily and quickly and preferentially slither to the rank of a ‘Major General’ without applying this democratic means of keeping power in the family if not in the tribe? That’s the secret behind quick promotions of the kids of the presidents in their fathers’ armies. Power must remain in the family since it runs in its blood. Power’s always in the DNA of true democrats. 

        Dear Idris Deby Itno, please allow me to let you rest and wait to face the afterlife justice–––as it’ll heavily rain down on you–––after democratically and diligently serving your country, particularly your family. You’re a rare breed, especially in Chad. That’s why there’s no one to beat you or replace you up until your heir apparent came to the horizon to save and serve Chad. Long live the king. Long live Idris Deby and the likes. Rest in Pieces Idris. Amen.

Source: Sunday Monitor today.