Malick and the fifth sin.

-What brings you around here, my son? Asked the marabout.

- Dad, I tried for a long time, but without success. My friend explained his situation to me and believe me, he’s better.

-You have to be bold, my son, otherwise you will end up falling in front of the others and being sure, no one can give you this mercy. Now go home and rest.

- I tried to face it again, but it is stronger than I thought. Today, he will feel me because I have learned to change posture. The five -hour alarm has just died and I woke up to perform this Klénou operation. I’ve been trying to go down for three good minutes already, but the steps are constantly increasing. Is that why he asked me to be bold? I just crossed the living room door after twenty minutes of detour, which usually took me two to three minutes. I feel another presence on the other side. She’s her. She’s still her. I’m talking to her, but she doesn’t answer. She never answered me. I tried to approach to leave her, but I noticed that the more I approach, the more she walks away. Living alone in this large house becomes disgusting for me. It is already seven in the morning and the service should not expect me. Léana, my secretary, has already taken care to fill my basic office that I have to read and sign. I started with the first, the second, and I fell asleep afterwards, something that never happened to me. I can sleep in a cafeteria, but never in the office. I’m choking.

- Hello Father, I came directly from the service and it’s not going at all. A few more minutes and I will be a dead man in my office.

- Tonight, the ancestors sent me a message. You have to donate little and everything in the big aïzo market.

- I have to find a person who can do it in my name, father.

- My son, the ancestors were very precise. You will do it yourself, without greeting anyone on your way, and you will need three baskets. The first will be filled with Akassa to feed the widows, the second basket of your clothes to dress the disturbed, and the last basket will be filled with sweets to bring you the chance of the big market.

- And when is I doing it?

- The seventh day is market day, and everyone will be present, but before that, you will go under the favorite tree with me.

Tomorrow will be the day of the market, and I spent the whole day filling the baskets. I loaded the baskets in the car for seven o’clock. Animation always starts before the first hour of the day. Usually, widows are present on the market, but until thirteen hours, I saw none of them. Then, suddenly, a appearance.

- If really, you want to know happiness in your life, Malick, starts by admitting your evil here. She didn’t deserve that. You wrapped a mother from the twins, said the old woman dressed in black.

The time I check if someone listened to her behind and turns me over, she was no longer there. Taken for fear, I rushed to the car without looking over my shoulders. Even my car did not want to start. Without further ado, I helped a taxi and went home. Two hours later, the convenience store informs me that the car had nothing, it was I who had not set the engine. I was sure I tried three or four times without success.

This morning, I leave the house and I manage to crush a red mother hen. The obstacles are intensifying from time to time. I am in Africa, and I know it is a bad omen, but I began to go to the service. My phone rang.

- Hello Sir. I call to inform you that Father Zannou died this morning. We have tried several times to reach you without success.

The noon alarm was rated just after the death of the old man. This time, my fear is very real. The market woman is in front of the entrance and has set me since her position, as if she knew the location of my office on the third floor. I can no longer stay here for a second more. The air flow is very freezing. I recovered the key from my car and went down to the parking lot. The old woman dressed in black is still in front, but this time in front of the parking lot. The second portal is on the other side, I escaped there. This path is not the one who leads to me. I’m trying to turn around, but too late. She is already close. My destiny is sealed.

Malick was crushed by a truck riding at an unlimited speed. Happiness is always cultivable. Money is not necessarily a panacea for the latter.