Mr. President, Mr. Speaker, and Distinguished Members of the Blogosphere:
I stand on this rostrum with a sense of deep humility and great pride -humility for those great Bloggers who have stood here before me; pride in the reflection that this forum of literary debate represents human liberty in the purest form yet devised.
Every departure is a tiny death, a poet once said. And true it is, and although my departure may be temporary, and my cooperation within the blogosphere has never been very active, here goes a part of my life. It’s hard to express the scale of my feelings of the WP members, with whom I have now to break ties formed over the years.
But, every end a beginning is, and the WP fest is an unique fest. To see people from all world corners gathering together only to share, made me proud just for simply being a storyteller. It is a joyous and glorious feeling to find that there still exist such spheres of life where this kind of international, multi-cultural communities can spontaneously emerge and flourish.
Gallant women and men, I’m today closing my 3 years of blogging service but you will remain often in my thoughts. I’m leaving you, fighting sons in the Net, and I can report without reservation that you are splendid in every way.
When I joined WordPress, even before the turn of the decade, it was the fulfillment of all of my boyish hopes and dreams, and I still remember the refrain of one of the most popular blog ballads of that day which proclaimed most proudly that “old writers never die; neither they fade away.”
And like the old writer of that ballad, I now close my blogging career, the one of an old writer who tried to do his duty as Someone gave him the light to see that duty.
Farewell – Dugutigui
In the “Diula” language in Mali, the term « dugutigui » (chief of the village), literally translated, means: «owner of the village»; «dugu» means village and «tigui», owner. Probably the term is the result of the contraction of «dugu kuntigui» (literally: chief of the village).