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Ils ont vendu mon âme



L’art c’est ma part
L’argent c’est ton arc géant
Jeanne d’Arc n’est plus vivante mais Jean du parc m’est visant
Le fils du diable se réjouit aux mélodies de l’enfer des filles de la table
Les échanges changent en fonction de leurs chances
Partenariat « gagnant perdant »
Mon sponsor perdu, gagne !
Mon invention saigne
Mes créations émotionnent leurs actions
Mon cœur et mon esprit se beignent
Attention, Mouna s’en va !
Attention ! Mon art s’en va !
Non ils n’ont pas traité mon art ; ils ont vendu mon âme
Ils l’ont commercé dans le noir comme la traite des noirs,
L’abusé maintes fois dans la nuit comme l’huile de la noix.
Attention ! Mon art s’en va !
Non ils n’ont pas traité mon art ; ils ont vendu mon âme
Après 91 ans de vie, ils l’ôtent avec 91 dents de la scie
Et si nos rêves cessaient ainsi ?
Et si notre patrie n’avait plus de moine ?
Et si on n’avait plus de patrimoine,
à quoi serait le mal demain ?
à qui le bien du lendemain ?
Hélas ! Mon art s’en va !
Non ils n’ont pas traité mon art ; ils ont vendu mon âme
N’abuse pas ma raison
Je demande ma maison
Qu’il ne pleut ou qu’il ne fume ;
Au maintien de ma culture j’assume…
Qu’ils parlent ou qu’ils se taisent ;
Au-delà du pain de la peinture j’accepte,
Les coups de la requête,
les maux de la tempête
Qu’ils marchent ou qu’ils courent ;
Au rythme de la percussion je danse au son de la victoire
Même si marginalisé par la magie de l’Elysée je perse
Je persévère vers une vertu sans vérité

Papa Ina n’a plus de scène
Son scenario s’en alla assez now in Rio
Mouna s’en va
Mon art s’en va
Le boubou de mon baobab babille mes barbes
Non ils n’ont pas traité mon art ; ils ont vendu mon âme
Ils ont vendu ma chair plus chère aux enchères
Mes chères, donnez-moi une chaise
Je ne sais même plus où s’assoir
J’ai perdu mon corps, j’ai perdu ma mémoire
Je ne sais plus qui croire ou où boire

Non ils n’ont pas traité mon art ; ils ont vendu mon âme


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Alidou TOUGMA aka Vendeur De Cola, poète-slameur.
Production : March 18, 2021
AM Slam Poetry. Text covered by World Copyright, all right reserved

About this poem

Ce poème est un lyrisme social ; un texte engagé contre la vente d'un plus grand institut des arts au Mali. Cet Institut étant un patrimoine culturel et la seule grande et 1ère école d'art au Mali ayant formé les plus grands artistes du Mali et de la diaspora, les maliens et leurs artistes s'indignent à sa cessation. L'État malien prouve sa limite de gouvernance et met avant l'image de caractère de corruption en vendant illicitement ce grand patrimoine culturel. Le poète en colère, s'indigne dans ce texte pour parler de ses sentiments représentant les siens des autres.  

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Alidou TOUGMA aka Vendeur De Cola

Falling into the soup at birth in August 1992, he discovered his passion for public speaking, dance and drawing from the age of 5. A true bohemian, a single book cannot tell its story. Alidou TOUGMA was born in the land of upright men and the adventure takes him to the land of eagles and hippos, Mali. Much more than hospitality, the land of griots will offer it a new life, declaimed with joys and sorrows. But with courage and relentlessness, his brilliant academic career will command respect and admiration to the highest peak of the state. From the award for best student to that of best President of the Children's Government, Alidou will repeatedly testify to his love for poetry through several laurels including the 1st prizes of: Poetry from his establishment in 2007, national poetry-slam competition for the 45th anniversary of La Francophonie, national Maxi Vacance poetry competition, best slam text, online slam competition ... With their new weapons "the pen, the microphone and the podium" forged by time and work, they participate in several formations and concerts in Mali, Burkina Faso and Ivory Coast. Master in Judicial Careers, he was the Deputy Director of the television project “National School Talent”, founder of the poetry slam club “AM”, participates in the PAH Anthology (Poète A l’Honneur), ‘’Poet In Honor’’ founding member of the '100% slam TV show,' Love and Words'. In 2016 he discovered the organization of the Junior Chamber International of Mali and joined it as an observer; he carries out several artistic activities with them, candidate for the national competition of ‘’ Slam RIO’ in March 2019, emerges the national winner and the following month he honors Mali in Abidjan by snatching the international trophy. In April 2018, the staff of the 2nd edition of the Hello Vacances Festival gave him all the confidence and appointed him president of the juries. Used to associative and particularly youthful movements, he joined the UNESCO Clubs of the Malian Federation of UNESCO Clubs and Associations and then became a leader in his artistic activities from 2018 to the present day. Leader, nowadays he activates a large part of his efforts in the coordination of the UNESCO Clubs of the Left Bank of Bamako. Towards the end of 2019, his courage and determination led him to coordinate the slam (training workshop, supervision, supervision and animation / slamaster / MC) at the 7th edition of the Christmas Hip-Hop Festival. Vendor De Cola will not stop dreaming despite the difficulties in the field: he created the original Concept "Free Slam" with which he boosts slamical works on YouTube. He now chants his days with his poetry slam association called '' AM '' including the Wâ Kamissoko School Complex and. more…

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