Au Mali, face aux attaques terroristes, l’on a toujours su trouver des bouc-émissaires. Que ce soit par le biais des autorités ou des tiers. Ce sont toujours quelques individus, où des puissances étrangères qui ont toujours été accusés de conspiration ou de manipulation sans en avoir réellement les preuves. Cette fois-ci, l’attaque de la semaine dernière en plein cœur de Bamako mérite une remise en cause au plan national.
Le mardi 17 septembre 2024, les habitants de Faladié et environs ont connu un réveil matinal brutal. La cause ? Une attaque terroriste visant l’école de Gendarmerie nationale et certaines installations stratégiques de la capitale. Pendant au moins quatre heures de temps, les tirs ont retenti dans une large partie de la ville. Les voies de circulation routière bloquées pendant de longues heures avant que la situation ne reprenne son cours normal.
Si le bilan reste mystérieusement inconnu, le choc national reste patent. Les allers-retours des ambulances de la protection civile et celles de l’armée sous escorte pendant toute la journée entre l’école de gendarmerie et les hôpitaux Gabriel Touré et de Kati sont assez illustrateurs pour se faire une idée sur le bilan de cette attaque violente.
La question que l’on se pose est de savoir : comment cette attaque a pu se produire dans cette zone très stratégique et à l’intérieur même de la ville ? Pire, l’un des lieux ciblés par les terroristes fut l’aéroport international. Pourtant, un commissariat de police est à quelques encablures de là, qui est sensé mener des patrouilles nocturnes pour empêcher tout individu suspect d’opérer dans la zone, surtout pendant des heures avancées.
Où est donc passée toute la compétence du service de renseignements avec ses matériels de dernière génération dont les autorités se sont toujours vantées ? L’on a souvent accusé les pays étrangers d’être dernière les forfaits commis sur le territoire Malien. Mais quid de notre responsabilité ?
Il est grand temps de se rendre à l’évidence et de se remettre en cause. La réalité est que notre système de défense et de sécurité semble être défaillant, aussi bien que le service de renseignements. Il est aussi temps de sortir des accusations futiles pour assumer nos erreurs et travailler à corriger nos insuffisances.
Les Maliens étaient impuissamment habitués à assister à l’intérieur du pays à des attaques sordides, à des déracinements même de villages souvent à quelques kilomètres des localités urbaines où se trouve très souvent un camp ou une base militaire. La preuve, le samedi qui a précédé l’attaque à Bamako, les terroristes ont brûlé sept véhicules dont trois cars entre Parou et Songobia dans le cercle de Bankass en enlevant plus d’une centaine de personnes. Le lundi 16 septembre, soit un jour avant l’attaque de Bamako, un véhicule des miniers a été attaqué dans la zone de Kéniéba faisant plusieurs morts.
Ces attaques ne suffisaient-elles pas pour se mettre en alerte maximum à travers tout le pays ? Mais de là à attaquer une école militaire en plein cœur de Bamako dans une période de guerre est tout simplement incompréhensible et un signal fort lancé aux autorités par les terroristes. La seule question que les populations continuent toujours de se poser est de savoir ce qui n’a pas marché.
Amadou Kodio
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His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid. “I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom.
Garrett can see what his father is doing, unconsciously his hands moves to his cock. He strokes the length of his tool with his left hand while he teases the blistering red crown with the fingertips of his right hand. The lightning of his cool fingertips sends sparks through every nerve in his body. “What did Coach have to say when he saw all those hard-young cocks in the locker room?” His dad asks.
“Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad. “That your jockstrap on the floor next to you, son?” His dad asks.
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He looks down. And then smiles at his dad. “You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says.
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“You have not fucked, have you, my son? Have you?” His father asks, as he readjusts the cock covered and swelling in his khaki pants. “I thought as much.” “I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom.
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