He left, my teacher!
When they learned the news, few people of my generation could say: “We owe him nothing. », As many there are many, those who must have entirely or partially to be what they have become. If there are some who were his students, we can say that it is not us that he inaugurated this wonderful teaching pedagogy. We are the group that accompanied the transfer of Ponty de Sébikotane to the Thiès air base with as professors Mbaye Guèye, Cheik Aliou Ndao and Madior Diouf … The latter was presented to us by the irreplaceable professor of history like “my friend Madior ». Mbaye Guèye, “the Duke of Berry” name who designated not the one who fell pierced by the knife of Louis-Pierre Louvelle, but the “Duke of Beringaraf” which brought us on one level in a historical space invaded by the names , strange for us, of “Diawrigne”, “Sarafari”, and “Amary Ndella Coumba”. The descendants of Mahécor Diouf thus kept this name of “My friend Madior”, for us all our stay in Ponty.
The one whose raucous voice swept over the ranks of our class on Monday morning with this beginning of text: “Ronsard, I saw the pride of ancient colossi”, that voice that never left you once she had crossed The threshold of your ears, forced you on the way without detour of excellence. This being understood not as the desire to be the best, but the best of the best. Which pushed us throughout our higher education and our teacher vocation. She speaks to us, she accompanies us from a non -localizable day in the pages of an agenda. She pushes us to read, reread everything that fell on hand, with the persuasion that it should have read it. During all our studies, far from the shores of the country from which this “Minerva in perspective” emerged – the University of Dakar – I could not return by chanting my journey of its verses: “The more I like the stay than ‘have built my ancestors / that Roman palaces the bold front. »»
If I resolutely locked myself in the “regrets”, it is that their evocation sums up my filial relationships with my dear prof. and his eyes which looked at the ancient colossi closed once and for all at once, and I realized that it has been a little colder since they opened on the side where the fraternal Duke of Berry awaited them.
-Mamoussé Diagne
Senegal
