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Our Father - Ramgoolam be thy name
PM is slumming in Rodrigues
Reason for the visit.
By Alain Leveque
Never since my invisible dog, Zoltan, learned (Mauritius PM) Ti-Ramgoolam's visit to Rodrigues (L'express Rod. 7.3), has not been able to contain his emotion, and their food is gone.
Despite intensive medical intervention, recurrent nightmares still haunt my canine friend. The same dream poisoned still seen in the dark - nightly. That is, vivid, bright colors, landing in Ti-Ramgoolam Plaine Corail Airport on the back of a giant Pegasus (Less Aston Villa).
Zoltan speaks of seeing the unholy trinity of Judas Iscariot, Brutus and Benedict Arnold face down on the asphalt, on all fours, dripping fangs yellow bone and fresh meat, waiting to greet their loved ones Emperor.
Zoltan also recalls ticker parades, from La Ferme at Port Mathurin, and streets full of counter-rotating Uncle-Toms eyes, crazy shaking his chains as a badge of honor. Baby-whales too, he says, are selflessly Baie stranding Malagasy people to feed. Ahh, what a sight, poor Zoltan!
Invariably, the dream always becomes foggy when Pegasus becomes Gorgon, and ends up chasing his country Zoltan. Not surprisingly, wags his tail ... no more.
I do not know what to do with the dream of my mutt besieged small, I think it's something to do with the emperor Augustus returned to Rome - after Caesar's death.
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Our Father - Ramgoolam be thy name
Unembedded version of the visit.
Over the years, world leaders, heads of state, governors, a prince and a pope also visited our shores and, from time to time, we were honored to receive the Oracle guru poppadom strange and wandering. All the same rumor has it that the Prime Minister Ramgoolam's recent return visit Rodrigues was the daddy of them all - the piece de resistance, so to speak. Word of the vine jaundice says somewhere between Macarthur returning to Argentina and the Second Coming.
Having traveled all the way from the island of Mauritius, forgiveness, of the Republic after an absence of eleven years, our globetrotting PM finally landed at Plaine Corail. First glimpse of the great leader would have been enough to send aflutter Rodrigues hearts, women love and fainted, cried openly amazed that such old time has finally arrived. A cloying some even said the visit - the best day of their lives.
If we breathe in all the hype of the twilight zone and believed that all the virtuous of the round, could have been forgiven for thinking that history, with the camera on his shoulder, had actually declined in Rodrigues, to record this epoch-making event.
Well, history did not quite get, so for what it's worth, here's the version without embedded.
The three leaders of the RM (Rodrigues Movement cum Labor Party Faction) sent his hardcore supporters and a mob of rent a crowd to serenade Ti-Ramgoolam at the airport. There, about 200 of them (Many of which local people had never seen before) wrapped in the colors of the party and supplied with water from fire, along with some others who have eaten their own liver for a chance to rub elbows with the prime minister, began to sing "Papa nou nou ... potato ... potato Ramgoolam Ramgoolam nou (our father)" - ad nauseam.
Reminds me of the visit of 1,967 Duval. All foam - no bubble. As Ti-Ramgoolam, he too, was public while privately paternal - Nemesis Rodrigues.
Back then, as now, hoping Rodrigues still pin their hopes on politicians shooting, a forked tongue. Duval feet never touched the ground that day in '67, the illusion that he was one of us was so powerful that our people took him high above their shoulders and sang, and still and on, for what seemed an eternity "Ki Nou le Roi? Sir Gaëtan Duval Ki Nou le Roi (which is our king)?" Needless to say, it was before, was sold and threatened to deport all Rodrigues who refused to share his newfound political loyalties. Ok I digress ... less said about that the better - The past, past.
Timely news of thousands of people attending a drink MR-up, in honor of Ti-Ramgoolam, filtered through. In retrospect, perhaps not unlike the thousands who applied, was ten deep around the old Port Mathurin tennis courts (opposite the police station left), and applauded as crazy as the first German shepherd police dog performed tricks go-seek. Why do we do? Curiosity, boredom, or something in the water, who knows? Besides, I was there that day, among that crowd, in awe of the wonder dog, who amazingly could understand all the commands in English. The year was 1966.
There was also a report of an excited MR agent who managed the PM Autograph.
I guess it must have some sentimental value for him because unless Ti-Ramgoolam capture Osama alone, the poor will not have much to do in the streets everywhere.
I do not know who first speeches minister is, but bravo, the part where it says "with the information technology work ... Mont Lubin is like working in Manhattan" was a beauty. Monty Python proud.
The prime minister was quoted as saying he was surprised when Rodrigues superintendent presents with an honorary title of Freeman Rodrigues. No, man, no! That's the name of the title - Freeman of Rodrigues. Maybe it was not getting the title as he threw, but rather the wicked irony of his name. Something in the vein of a slave pyramid-building, leaving a mud pit, long enough to bend Pharaoh
Freeman, Egypt. That - Tutankhamun surprised.
Titles exchanged between partners, as Dorothy Dix parliamentary questions are so common these days that people reasonable, and not taken seriously. They are seen as a ploy to circumvent the usual taboo of a self-administered pat on the back. As a rule, are preset. Thus, the prime minister was surprised? We ... Really!
Figuratively speaking, MR leaders do not usually pass wind without consulting first with the prime minister in Mauritius. So, which soon led to grow a backbone, and the crown Ti-Ramgoolam their own bat? Bingo! You got a - Draft budget. Very good too. Let's keep our fingers crossed, otherwise all this wonderful servile have been in vain.
What was the title again? It was for all the great things that Ti-Ramgoolam Rodrigues has done over the years. Aaah right! I must have missed that part.
By the way, remember Zoltan, invisible dog food came out his learning the prime minister's visit to Rodrigues (L'Express 16 / 3). Now, it's all over, nightmares have stopped Zoltan to scream, he is in recovery, and is taking his food through a straw.
As it marks its territory, a rictus of a smile his face rugged play and the old mutt can be heard muttering from the side of the mouth "Nou Ramgoolam Ramgoolam nou Papa ... Papa."
About the Author
Alain Leveque is a writer living in Melbourne, Australia who promotes self-determination for the people of Rodrigues island.
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