For Prof. Nianguiry KANTE, a son who is relearning to live

This place…
So calm
So nebulous
So sad
So mysterious
So difficult to decipher
This place…
That I did not know
That I did not frequent
That the void surrounds
That Man fears
That the sky observes
This place…
Where silence reigns as king
Where the language is that of souls
Where life takes on its full meaning
Where no one seems to be
Where we make companions in sorrow
Where the cries are terrible but inaudible
Where we feel vulnerable
This place…
Which is open to all
Which will welcome any mortal
Which transforms us
Which brings us closer
Which teaches us to love life
Which teaches us humility
From now on
I hardly leave this place anymore
I rub shoulders with it as much as I can
I keep company with those who live there
I learn to accept this place
I prepare my departure for this place
It will be my last home, this place
As for everyone, this place