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.
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).