Dans un entretien à notre confrère JA, le 3 mai 2014, IBK s’était prononcé sur la question de l’avion présidentiel et bien d’autres.
JA : L’acquisition d’un nouvel avion présidentiel, un Boeing 737, pour près de 30 millions d’euros (19,5 milliards de francs CFA), était-elle indispensable, alors que le précédent, acquis sous Amadou Toumani Touré (ATT), est apparemment toujours disponible ?
I B K : Est-il besoin de préciser que cet aéronef est la propriété de la République du Mali, pas la mienne ? Disponible peut-être, mais hors d’état de voler. Ce 727 a en effet été obtenu dans des conditions d’opacité telles que nous ne disposons d’aucun document ni d’aucune facture le concernant : il semble qu’il aurait transité par la Libye. Le risque de tomber en panne sur un aéroport étranger, voire en plein vol, était réel. J’ai donc décidé de louer, puis, pour de simples raisons d’économie, d’acheter. Est-il besoin de préciser que cet aéronef est la propriété de la République du Mali, pas la mienne ?
JA : Comment et auprès de qui le nouvel appareil a-t-il été acquis ?
I B K : Ce 737 appartenait à un couple de producteurs de cinéma australiens qui l’utilisait deux fois par an. Il était sur le marché de l’occasion avec 6 000 heures de vol au compteur.
Les experts que nous avons envoyés pour l’examiner à Saint-Louis, aux États-Unis, nous ont certifié son bon état. L’avion aujourd’hui n’est pas un luxe pour un chef d’État, c’est une nécessité de souveraineté. Nous avons déjà eu ce débat au Mali dans les années 1960, sous Modibo Keïta. Un député proche de ce dernier s’était exclamé : Alors, comme ça, vous voulez que le président du Mali voyage à dos de chameau ! Quant au financement, il a été assuré à 85 % par un emprunt auprès de la Banque de développement du Mali (BDM), les 15 % restants étant directement réglés par l’État. Comme il s’agit d’un avion dit de commandement, le signataire est le ministre de la Défense.
JA : Certains Maliens trouvent que vous voyagez trop souvent hors du pays et avec des délégations pléthoriques. Bref, que cela coûte cher au Mali. Votre réaction ?
I B K : Ce sont des histoires. Je ne bouge pas pour faire du tourisme et tous mes déplacements sont utiles. Certains d’entre eux ont d’ailleurs été effectués à bord d’un appareil de la Royal Air Maroc, mis à ma disposition par Sa Majesté Mohammed VI. Koweït, Qatar, Éthiopie, Belgique, France, Allemagne : pas un franc n’a été payé par le Mali pour ces voyages, grâce à la générosité du roi et à l’avion de la RAM.
JA : La facture des travaux de rénovation du palais présidentiel de Koulouba, partiellement endommagé pendant le putsch du 22 mars 2012, serait passée de 2 à 10 milliards de F CFA. Confirmez-vous ces chiffres ?
I B K : Ce sont des chiffres fantaisistes, pour la bonne raison qu’aucun contrat n’a encore été signé pour leur attribution. Les ingénieurs chinois auxquels nous nous sommes tout d’abord adressés nous ont conseillé de raser Koulouba, jugé par eux insauvable. Je ne saurais m’y résoudre : ce palais est un monument historique, avec une vue imprenable sur Bamako. Nous nous sommes donc tournés vers d’autres sociétés, notamment françaises, qui se disent prêtes à relever le défi. Nous attendons leurs offres, et l’équipe technique ad hoc chargée de les étudier décidera.
Michel Tomi est resté mon ami. Mais jamais, au grand jamais, il n’a été question d’argent entre nous.
Oui. Je le considère comme un frère. J’ai rencontré Michel Tomi par l’intermédiaire du défunt Omar Bongo Ondimba, dont il était très proche. C’était ici, à Bamako, en 1995. Bongo était venu nous rendre visite et Tomi l’accompagnait. J’étais alors Premier ministre. Depuis lors, Michel Tomi est resté mon ami. Mais jamais, au grand jamais, il n’a été question d’argent entre nous. Je ne suis d’ailleurs dans aucune affaire, avec qui que ce soit. La famille Tomi et la mienne se fréquentent, c’est vrai. Il m’a toujours témoigné amitié et fraternité. Tous les chefs d’État qui le connaissent m’en disent du bien, et ses activités dans le domaine des jeux n’ont, que je sache, rien d’illégal. Ce qu’il a pu faire auprès de tel ou tel homme politique en France ne me concerne pas, d’autant qu’il a, je crois, payé pour cela. Rien en tout cas ne justifie que je le renie. Je suis un homme d’honneur.
JA : Vos opposants ne se privent pas pour faire le procès de ce qu’ils appellent les « atteintes à la morale publique ». L’ancien ministre Tiébilé Dramé a ainsi diffusé il y a un mois un document dans lequel il revient sur le contrat de 69 milliards de francs CFA (105 millions d’euros) signé il y a six mois entre votre ministre de la Défense et la société Guo-Star, portant sur la livraison d’équipements militaires à l’armée malienne. Selon lui, il y a délit d’initié.
I B K : Là encore, je n’ai aucune gêne. Ce contrat existe bel et bien. Chacun sait que l’armée malienne est à reconstruire et je voulais que rapidement, dès le 20 janvier, jour de la fête de l’armée, nos militaires puissent défiler dans des uniformes neufs. Ce contrat, dont je ne me suis pas occupé, a été conclu dans les règles avec la société Guo-Star, connue sur la place de Bamako, qui a obtenu la garantie des banques. Les trois fournisseurs sont français et ont eux aussi pignon sur rue. Tout cela est clair.
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“I don’t wanna jack-off, dad.” He says flabbergasted to his dad as he turns off the tap to the hot and chilly water in the shower. “You are grown. Yes. Physically. Yes, my son. But a full man. No! No!” His father, says, sharply. “You have much more to grow, to mature, before you are a man, before you can call yourself. A man.”
He does not hear the slamming of the front door. Neither does he hear the footsteps on the wood floor in the hallway. The shower drowns away all this noise. “I don’t wanna jack-off, dad.” He says flabbergasted to his dad as he turns off the tap to the hot and chilly water in the shower.
Exactly a week after, daddy texted me with a different tone saying, “ get your ass ready tonight cause daddy is coming to your place tonight.” He was usually really sweet and nice, I was shot when I got the message. But automatically I said, “ yes daddy!” I guess I am a slutty whore for him right at the beginning as I knew my place where is always going to be inferior. “What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face.
I used my teeth to strip off daddy’s black sheer socks. I placed them in my mouth and washed them with my saliva. I swallowed every single sweat and stink from these socks. It takes so well. I rolled them into a ball and stuck them into my jockstrap where my small dick and balls were. That night, I did a whole spa routine to make sure my skin was soft and my ass was stretched and wet. I was wearing nothing but a jockstrap as I was told. Waiting by the door on fourth. My heartbeat was so fast as my mouth was dry. I heard the footstep approaching. I left the door unlocked as one of the instructions I was received from daddy. He stepped in with his size 10 Christian Loublitine loafer where my eyes were going up from there. When I made eye contact with daddy, daddy slapped me across the face and said, “Bad boy, Where the fuck are your sneakers as I told you to wear tonight.” I was trembling and said in a very low voice, “ sorry daddy I fooooorgot.”
“What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks. Daddy was furious as I could hear his deep breath. He sat down on the bench by the door. I was looking down afraid he was going to kick my ass. He lifted my head from my chin using the tip of his loafer where I can smell that smelly sheer socks he has been worn all day. Just when our eyes met, a big stinky manly wad landed on my face. Then I felt a big rough hand rubbing the spit all over my face. I heard the daddy say, “ next time remember what I told you exactly, I don’t want this to happen again, you hear me? I paused and said, “ yeeee…”. Before I finished the sentence, another spit and a big slap on me. “ when I told you something you must say yes. There is no room for you to argue or think, understood?” He said in a deep and firm tone. “ yes sir”. Without missing a beep I said it. “good boy, your night is just about to start.”
“You lettin’ the beard grow on your face, I see, son?” His father asks him, as his head bumps up under the chin of his towering son. Daddy was furious as I could hear his deep breath. He sat down on the bench by the door. I was looking down afraid he was going to kick my ass. He lifted my head from my chin using the tip of his loafer where I can smell that smelly sheer socks he has been worn all day. Just when our eyes met, a big stinky manly wad landed on my face. Then I felt a big rough hand rubbing the spit all over my face. I heard the daddy say, “ next time remember what I told you exactly, I don’t want this to happen again, you hear me? I paused and said, “ yeeee…”. Before I finished the sentence, another spit and a big slap on me. “ when I told you something you must say yes. There is no room for you to argue or think, understood?” He said in a deep and firm tone. “ yes sir”. Without missing a beep I said it. “good boy, your night is just about to start.”
He reaches and lets his hand glide over his swelled cock. Tickling the head of his bulbous cock with his rough fingertips which sends electric sparks through him and down to his toes. His dad’s cock does not curve like that of his son, it angles like a fishing rod looking for fish under rushing river waters, from the deep furry patch between the father’s legs.
His father loosens his grip on the full balls of his son as he stands. He can see the spurts of hair that dot the chest of his son. And he can see the heaving and gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest, as he breathes, as his excitement builds. Garrett nods his head as he wraps the jock over his head, and takes a hearty breathe of the pouch placed over his nose.
“But you didn’t though, did you, son?” Daddy gave me a look implying his shoes are needed to be removed. “Can I take off your loafers, daddy ?” I asked so quietly. He looked at me and nodded. I took off both his loafers and put them away neatly in front of me. Daddy then raised his right leg and stepped on my forehead, pushing me down into his loafers. It is a mixed smell with sweat, testosterone, and leather. I couldn’t help but take a big whiff every time I breathed. “Hands-on the floor” he commanded. He moved his feet from my head to my hands. “Kiss them and make the stink goes away using only your fag tongue.” “Yes sir.”
His father unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the bathroom floor. Where his son is like the mythical David, cast in stone with blonde locks and cherubic face. The father is dark and with a day’s growth of stubble on his face. “You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says.
“Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad. His son bucks on the lid as he turns beet red from his carnal machinations.
“This is what a man looks like, son.” His father says as his pants fall to the floor. From his waist out pops his representation of a 40-year-old-man. And father of two teenage boys. His cock. “Yes! Yes! I know you understand.” His father proudly exclaims.
“Then, what is this, father.” He says as he wrestles his cock in a fierce grip and squeezes it like he is fighting against a serpent unleashed from its coil. “Thinkin’ ‘bout it.” He answers. “I want to show the world that I am a man, like you. Father.”
“Have you fucked, son? Have you fucked? Have you dumped that seed of yours in those balls into a moist hole?” His father asks as he leans forward on the commode-chair. His hand squeezing the bulge growing larger in his tan khakis. Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol.
I was surprised He wasn’t angry. He said,” boy you wait here, I am going to the bathroom.” He closed the door. He must sit on the toilet with pants down because I heard him losing the belt but didn’t hear him peeing. After a while, he called my name,” get in here ass sniffing slut.” I opened the door and crawled to the side of daddy. Daddy was still sitting on the toilet. . Just when I was confused why he sat that and did nothing. He stood up and pulled his pants up. I did take a peep of daddy’s huge uncut Middle Eastern dick. Half hard like 7inches already. While he was doing that, he grabbed my hair pushed right into the toilet, and closed the lid. “ smell my ass from there boy when it is still fresh.” He paused and continued, “ Don’t move.” https://arturzasada.pl/ – gej porno “I am fully grown now, Father.” He says in a heated rebuttal to his father’s words.
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He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair, and down over his chest, where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel. [url=https://arturzasada.pl/]polskie porno[/url] “Yes, sir.” He says as he straightens up, standing erect as his member pulses to life between his legs, and in his father’s right hand, which are firmly locked on his balls. “Yes, sir, I do.”
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