PCHO Part 8

Nov 27, 2018.

      During my first academic year, Elizabeth II and her accomplices organized a fair, to hide my imprisonment and torture cover up by surrounding me with Nigerien students of Husa ethnics. It was done for the purpose to structure that clouding of my memory of the crimes, I have been victim by a novel story linked to France. At the fair a conferences was organized with a jubilee which consists of clouding as well my memory of my family. At this jubilee an old man presented as a French university lecturer was the main speaker.The old professor after his conference speech exchanged between each other. The all coming to create a scenario of Niger, made mainly of ethnics Hausa, and though the ethnics do not matter, there are many lecturers and students from the other departments of the same faculty. They attempted to use the event to cloud my memories and made me espoused their parallel plan of Joseph Hassane.  The public and the lecturer were chosen clearly for looking like my parents. They talked around a Nigerien and American student, born in the US from a Nigerien male student, who while studying in the US met and date an American. It is that after this man had his diploma, he returns in his country, without knowing that his American girlfriend was. It is then that the Nigerien Fulbright former student as he was presented as so, was teaching in the same university in the nearby faculty of Agronomy, when his American son, whose existence he did not know, came to look for his father, after growing up learning from his mother. The all intend as well to mean just be fine in studying in this faculty, you would be selected at the Canadian scholarship, when time is running up, and they were imprisoning and torturing me, when I fought to have the baccalaureate for the purpose of being free. The smartless of all they intend to have me to be patient and to think thatmy parents would come in Niger fetching me. The conference aims as well to make me loved the American football and see in it an opportunity of freedom. 

      Few weeks after this fair, I went at the American Cultural Center of Niamey, (ACCN) as I usually do. That day as I was entering in it, I see a poster hang on the language section of the Center, I read those postings quickly. I moved to the library not far from there by going through a green and fresh garden.  On the wall of the Rosa Park Library building, I saw a bright, tall man his skinny body, standing near the wall reading an announcement. The young man looks like my father in Nigerien version. It introduces the Fulbright Program of that year I was disappointed to know that only  students who had DUEL (Second year university degree) Geography, Medicine that could do it. Quickly an air of hope mixed with frustration enters my lungs.  I entered the Library for sitting on a seat not far from the librarian; on the opposite side of the room there was a picture of an old woman who looks like Elizabeth II. As I use to do, I took books on studying in America, or on famous American politicians. The book that attracted my attention after I read it was on Bill Clinton’s victory at the American president election. I would have equally been seduced by a book talking about a Republican politician. But, there is any.  I stayed few minutes in the Library that can be summed up in few minutes as I was fine in it. That day, I had a freedom opportunity; I was determined to do what it is needed to seize it. I decided to do the baccalaureate for the second time, and register in English or Geography Department.  More than ever the sight of my mother came to me, having the baccalaureate looked easy to me no matter how tough it was, my desire of seeing my parents is stronger than it. It was a magic around December 2004, day.