Au centre du Mali, notamment entre Parou et Songobia dans le cercle de Bankass, plusieurs véhicules dont trois cars en provenance de Koro ont été pris pour cible le samedi, 14 septembre 2024. À la suite de cette attaque perpétrée, plus de 230 personnes, tous des hommes, avaient été enlevés. Au moment où nous mettions cet article sous presse, au moins une trentaine de personnes restaient encore entre les mains des ravisseurs. Cent quatre-vingt-treize (193) personnes, ont regagné leurs domiciles après des longues négociations.
Six véhicules calcinés, sept autres enlevés et plus de 200 personnes, toutes des hommes, enlevées. C’est bien ce qui s’est passé le 14 septembre 2024 notamment entre Parou et Songobia dans le cercle de Bankass.
Selon le 1er adjoint au maire de la commune de Koro, Issa Sagara, près de deux cent personnes ont regagné leurs domiciles après des négociations menées par des sages et des volontaires. « Les véhicules enlevés ont été remis aux propriétaires et 193 personnes ont regagné leurs domiciles », nous précise-t-il.
Il faut préciser qu’au cours de cette attaque, des cars ont tous été totalement calciné après les avoir pillés. Il s’agit, selon des sources locales, des cars de la compagnie Air Niendé, Air Konna et Air Kilimandiaro, ainsi que des minibus dont nous ignorons les propriétaires. « L’attaque a duré trois heures, soit de 11heures jusqu’à 13heures -14 heures », nous confie un transporteur sous anonymat.
Selon nos sources, les femmes, dépouillées de leurs biens, ont été contraintes à repartir à Bankass à pied. Après cette attaque, les autorités administratives et civiles de la région de Bandiagara interpellent une fois de plus les plus hautes autorités du Mali sur la situation de l’axe Parou/Songobia qui a tout simplement fait trop de victimes.
Sur cet axe, les passagers en provenance de Koro pour Bamako roulent à chaque fois à tombeau ouvert à cause de l’insécurité. Malgré les multiples manifestations de la jeunesse des différentes localités de la région de Bandiagara pour demander la sécurisation de l’axe, la situation reste inchangée. Une situation qui préoccupe énormément les habitants des localités concernées.
Amadou Kodio
Source : Ziré
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