Au regard de ce qui se passe entre les différents courants religieux au Mali, il y a lieu de s’interroger et de s’inquiéter. S’interroger sur l’objectif poursuivi par un tel débat sur la foi religieuse.
On s’interroge, ce d’autant plus que ce débat ou devons-nous dire ces empoignades, ont lieu à un moment où les groupes armés terroristes agissant derrière la foi religieuse, accentuent leurs attaques contre l’armée républicaine du Mali et les populations civiles. Bamako, la capitale malienne, a récemment été attaquée par des individus se réclamant du “djihad”.
Le message religieux dans certains lieux du culte, prend souvent l’allure de “menace ” ou d’encouragement aux combattants des groupes armés terroristes. Ces messages largement relayés sur les réseaux sociaux, deviennent une sérieuse menace pour la société laïque malienne. Nous devons nous en inquiéter car, la crise malienne qui était l’œuvre
de la rébellion touarègue de 2012, prend une tournure de lutte entre courants religieux et pourrait très vite virée en cauchemar. Le chaos n’est pas ce qu’il faut souhaiter pour les Maliens mais plusieurs indices indiquent ce schéma catastrophique. Il faut anticiper sur certains mouvements. Prendre les mesures idoines pour circonscrire le danger qui guette la République. Si la religion est une question de foi, nous devons recentrer le débat sur l’homme et laisser Dieu faire son travail.
Qui sommes-nous en tant que mortels, pour nous substituer à Dieu ?
Aucun Malien n’a intérêt à œuvrer pour que le Mali sombre. Nos différences de vue, politiques et religieuses, ne doivent pas nous amener à créer le chaos qui ne serait profitable à aucune génération.
Le seul combat qui mérite d’être mené par chaque citoyen, chaque individu, c’est celui d’être en paix avec son propre cœur. Nous irons seuls chacun, dans sa tombe, et chacun sera confronté seul au jugement de Dieu. En attendant cette heure, tâchons de nous aimer les uns les autres étant tous des créatures du même et unique Dieu.
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He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them. “Do it!” His dad orders.
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. 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.
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“And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.” “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.
“You guys jerk off together, these days?” His dad asks, “Back when I was in high school me and several of my friends would jerk-off in our trucks in the parking lot. We were so horny we could barely sit in our seats. You ever do that Garrett?” After I serve daddy’s left one, I was about to move to the right foot. While He stopped me, stood up, and walked towards the couch, he said “Crawling right after me.” I followed daddy. My nose was where daddy’s ass was. I was staring at that crotch while I was crawling, and I didn’t realize daddy stopped one of a sudden in front of the bathroom. My nose is slightly right into that dreaming ass crack.
He does not say anything in response to his father as his cock continues pulsing and jumping as the blood engorges his youthful cock more. And more. “Then show me, father. Show me what it means, TO BE A MAN?” He says with an excitement building in his voice.
“I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.” “I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.”
“Last I measured, I was nearly eight inches, dad. Maybe more. I may be even bigger, who knows.” He answers nonchalantly. 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.”
“What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks. “That is your cock, son.” His father, says. “…but it does not make you a man. It only makes you a boy with a hard cock in his hand.”
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?”
“That you are, son. You are busting at the seams with your youth and muscles. Rippled from those vigorous physical workouts and stroking sessions. I bet.” His dad says. “You are gonna hafta to take care of that or you are gonna be miserable. You know that son, doncha. You know, I am right.” 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.
“Do it!” His dad orders. Garrett nods his head as he wraps the jock over his head, and takes a hearty breathe of the pouch placed over his nose.
“And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.” Garrett resumes the fondling of his cock while he takes long drawn-out whiffs from his sweat, piss and cum stained jockstrap.
“I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.” “Let me get in there, Garrett.” His father says, as his son steps aside so he can get into the shower enclosure.
Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat. He dries himself but his throbbing cock continues to pulse as it grows harder because of his youth. The sensation intensifies. The feeling is wonderful. He can hear his cock throbbing in his ears.
“What ya lifting now?” His dad asks as he fidgets on the commode seat. He can feel his hard-on growing in his pants. “Let me get in there, Garrett.” His father says, as his son steps aside so he can get into the shower enclosure.
Garrett resumes the fondling of his cock while he takes long drawn-out whiffs from his sweat, piss and cum stained jockstrap. “Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad.
His father’s words are what he hears when he erupts. His cum streaming like liquid threads from the pee-hole of his rigid cock. Garrett thinks to himself; he did not wear a jock home from practice. He was ‘going commando.” Is it his older brother’s jock? “Oh, well. “He mumbles to himself as he takes another whiff of the musky scented pouch of the jock.
“Yeah. Yessir. Dad.” Garrett mutters. “Last I measured, I was nearly eight inches, dad. Maybe more. I may be even bigger, who knows.” He answers nonchalantly.
“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.” He does not answer but tilts his head down in an almost subservient nature to his father.
“I managed to lift nearly two hundred today. I believe.” He explains. “But I strained a lot to do it. I was moaning. Groaning.” The now lukewarm water streams through the curls of his hair rinsing away the last vestiges of the soapy lather. It all goes down the drain in a swirl of bubbles.
“I ain’t a-talking ‘bout how big ya cock is, boy. I am talking ‘bout ya, weight. Your height.” His dad says. “I kinda figured on how big you are down there. That’s obvious. It makes me proud of you. My son. Of what I created, along with ya mother.” 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.”
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