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Guinée - Coyah : Des magistrats, greffiers et OPJ à l'école des procédures d'exécution et de contrôle des dépenses publiques

Pendant 10 jours, des magistrats, des greffiers et des officiers de la police judiciaire se sont réunis au Centre de Formation Judiciaire à Coyah pour aborder le thème crucial des procédures d’exécution et de contrôle des dépenses publiques en Guinée. Cette initiative, pilotée par le ministère de la justice et des droits de l’homme, vise à moraliser la gestion publique dans le pays. Sous la…

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Coyah : le maire Abou Soumah est-il en détention ?

Coyah : le maire Abou Soumah est-il en détention ?

Selon des informations relayées par certains médias le jeudi 7 septembre 2022, le maire de la commune urbaine de Coyah, Abou Somayah Soumah serait placé sous mandat de dépôt pour une affaire de vente de terrains et de détournement de fonds. Le principal concerné vient de démentir cette information tout en apportant des explications. Pendant ce temps, le substitut du procureur du tribunal de Coyah…

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Coyah : le maire Abou Soumah est-il en détention ?

Coyah : le maire Abou Soumah est-il en détention ?

Selon des informations relayées par certains médias le jeudi 7 septembre 2022, le maire de la commune urbaine de Coyah, Abou Somayah Soumah serait placé sous mandat de dépôt pour une affaire de vente de terrains et de détournement de fonds. Le principal concerné vient de démentir cette information tout en apportant des explications. Pendant ce temps, le substitut du procureur du tribunal de Coyah…

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FFXIV Writing Prompt 26: Break a Leg

Kelas’ra wiggled in place, holding the small wooden bow in his hands as his siblings milled around him, trading arrows and hunting knives and helping each other pack their hip bags with all necessary supplies.

“You ready, Little Chick?” His father asked, crouching by the ten year old. “Your first hunt! How exciting.”

The little boy nodded violently, his mess of hair bouncing around his face as he beamed. “Yeah! I’m going to find the biggest fattest tastiest guhasaya and bring it home!”

He heard his eldest brother, Kelas’a, laugh loudly, tightening his quiver strap around his waist. “You better hope we don’t see a guhasaya or you’d be food for sure! Better stick to small game like a langur or a chamrosh for your first time.”

Kelas’ra rolled his eyes, carefully pressing down his hair to cover his so-called ‘Evil Eye’. It bothered the tribe members and so out of shame and hatred for it he typically kept it covered so that nobody could see the crimson orb, only his bright blue eye instead. His father gave him a broad smile, brushing his hair back and nuzzling his forehead to his own with a gentle purr.

“Be safe, alright? Do not run off on your own, stick with your siblings.” He fixed his hair back once more, patting him on the shoulder as they began heading into the jungles. “And for Cinduruva’s Sake, don’t leave your little brother in there by himself!” G’ota’a chided the other kids, receiving a half hearted wave in response. It was just three of them this time; Kelas’a as the leader, Coyah as she was the family’s best hunter, and then Kelas’ra, just past his tenth nameday and ready to begin his training to become a hunter like all the other young men. They weren’t really kids anymore, Kelas’a already at twenty years of age and father to a couple of small girls in the tribe, Coyah coming up right behind him and the object of many suitors with her mischievous grin and round face inherited from their mother. Kelas’ra loved them dearly, but considering they were the ones always babysitting him when he was younger it was to be a given.

He bounced along after the two, hopping over logs and rocks as they led him deep into the jungles, twilight casting long shadows and slices of sweet golden light through the trees. This was the most optimal time to hunt as most creatures were winding down for the night but the evening predators had yet to start roaming.

“Are you excited, Ra-Ra?” Coyah smirked, watching the small boy scuttle around, proudly holding his brand new bow that G’ota’a had carved him for his name day.

“Yes!” He proclaimed, bi-colored eyes shimmering in the dying sunlight. “I’m going to be the best and then people will like me!”

The young woman’s grin faltered but she kept up the facade, mussing his hair as he giggled at her side. “Well, you’ve got to beat me first for that title. Consider this your first lesson then; first things first, you keep bouncing around like that and you’ll scare away everything within a malm of us.”

The boy froze, his too-big ears drooping. “Oh. Sorry.”

He hung his head as they continued, slowly perking back up as they delved deeper and deeper into the jungle, listening and scouring for prey to track.

Coyah quickly took the lead, her tracking senses far sharper than Kelas’a’s and soon enough she had picked up on a game trail, waving them along as she pushed her way through the undergrowth, ears on a swivel as she listened to the sounds around them. They reached a small creek, hopping over the rocks one by one, Kelas’ra slipping with a cry and slashing facefirst dead center.

“The mighty hunter takes a bath.” Kelas’a chuckled, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt and lifted him from the water, the boy shivering in place as he sat him back on dry land. “At least you don’t stink anymore.”

Kelas’ra stuck his tongue out, shaking himself off to dry as he checked his new bow to ensure it hadn’t sustained any damage in the fall. “You’re the one who stinks.” He spat. “Big Bhumjaga’s arse…”

“Language, you little brat! Where’d you learn such a term?”

The child grinned, rubbing the muddy water from his face. “Sae-Sae told me.”

“Ah, of course he did. I’d expect nothing less from him.”

Once Kelas’ra had cleaned himself up they continued onwards, following thin dirt trails before venturing off the path, descending into the thick foliage. His head was on a swivel, hearing all sorts of new sounds, smelling new smells, the twigs and rocks cutting into his feet through his thin leather shoes.

“I’ve never been out this far before..” He whispered as the canopy grew thicker and thicker, the jungle darkening as the last rays of sunlight were beginning to finally fade away. “It’s…creepy.”

Kelas’a nodded, pressing a hand to his back to keep him moving. “You’ll grow used to it.” He smiled, his golden eyes bright, the slit pupils he had inherited from their father dialating as he struggled to see in the dark. Though only quarter Sun Seeker, as he was the closest in inheritance to his father’s blood he didn’t have nearly as good night vision as his fellow siblings that took more after their mother, Kelas. Only two of the seven siblings had slit pupils, the rest inheriting the large round ones of Moon Keepers.

The youngest sibling grumbled, trailing close to him as he clutched his bow close to himself. “I guess so. What if I’m not any good at it?”

“Then we’ll just find something else for you to be good at. Da doesn’t hunt really unless the rest of us can’t. He’s a carpenter. He’s been teaching you how to whittle, hasn’t he?”

“Mmhm. It’s hard, though…”

“New skills always are. Mama has also been teaching you to cook! And there’s always taking care of animals, you really like the hamsa.”

The boy grinned happily. “Their faces are funny and they’re really really fat! I like them a lot.”

“See?” Kelas’a picked him up and carefully helped him down a small drop that was just a little bit too big for the child. “We’ll figure something out. It’s a big world out there, Little Chick, you’ll find something that you enjoy.”

Coyah held up her hand, signaling for them to be quiet. Waving her hand she pointed ahead, the other two creeping up to her side and peering through the brush.

“It’s a marmot.” She whispered. “Nice and easy for our little Ra-Ra’s first hunt.”

Kelas’ra squirmed in place, eyeing the marmot. It was a cute thing, fluffy and round as it dug at the earth in search of grubs to eat.  They’d eaten them before, the meat tender and light but given their small size they typically ignored them as it would take a couple to feed the entire family.

“D-do I really have to?” He whined, stepping back. “What about something bigger? O-or scarier…”

“Having second thoughts?” Coyah smirked. “Is the baby being a baby?”

“N-no!” They shushed him as he raised his voice, the marmot freezing and rising up on its hind feet to scour the forest. They all held their breath, releasing it as it went back to scratching in the dirt.

“Well, go on. Break a leg, Little One.”

Coyah pushed her youngest brother forward. Kelas’ra dug his heels into the ground but stumbled forward, gulping as he fumbled with his own little quiver of arrows on his back, taking one and setting it into his bow. 

“Think he’ll do it?” Kelas’a whispered as they watched him creep towards the marmot, his oversized ears trembling, little puff of a half grown tail standing on end, the fur thick and still clumped with water and mud from his fall. “Or you think he’ll chicken out?”

“I think he’ll botch it and miss.” She stifled a laugh, settling down for the show. “But who knows. He’s determined to prove himself, so maybe. Let’s watch and see.”

Kelas’ra crept closer and closer, hands trembling as he raised his arrow and pulled back on the string, feeling the flexible wood grow taunt in his hands. The marmot remained blissfully unaware of his presence, turning so that he had a clear shot at its side. It was too cute, he thought, he didn’t really want to kill it. Why should he have to be the one to take it down? Why couldn’t they hunt something bigger, something not as innocent looking?

But he knew he needed to, he had to prove himself more than just a burden. The people in the tribe always called him Devil Manusya on account of his cursed eye, always shooing him away or waving protection wards with their hands if he got too close. Even as young as he was he knew he was the cause for all sorts of bad luck. Regardless that it didn’t make sense to him he wanted to be liked, to be loved, so he had to try. To do his best.

Kelas’ra took a deep breath, shaking the hair from his cursed eye to get a better view, focusing the marmot in his sights.

“I’m sorry.” The little boy murmured, closing his eyes as he released the arrow, feeling the fletching slip past his fingers. There was a faint whistle as the arrow shot across the clearing and then a startled squeak. Kelas’ra flinched, opening his eyes and saw in terror that he had indeed struck the small marmot, however it was not a clean shot. The arrow was embedded in its side as it squirmed in the dirt, screeching and trying to flee but it could no longer stand.

“Good shot, Little Chick!” Coyah leapt up with a cheer, dashing over and hugging the little boy. “You hit it! Good job!”

She paused as Kelas’ra’s lip trembled, the boy dropping his bow as he raced over to the marmot and with shaking hands, touched it, making it squeak louder in fear.

“H-help it, Coyah!” He cried, tears forming in his eyes. “I hurt it! Help it, please!”

She sighed as Kelas’a joined them, crouching by the small boy and pulling him close as he sobbed. “It’s alright, Ra-Ra.” He said in a tender manner, forcing the child to look away from the suffering creature. Kelas’ra climbed into his arms, flinching as he heard Coyah end the marmot’s pain, a thwack sound of her knife and one last squeak.

“You didn’t mean to hurt it. You just had a bad shot, is all.”

“I-it was c-c-crying…” Kelas’ra wailed. “It was hurting and I hit it!”

Coyah picked up the marmot, removing his arrow and tried to hand it back to him but he swatted it away with a snarl. “I never want to hunt again! I hate it!”

The elder siblings shared a knowing glance as they looked at each other, Kelas’a shrugging as he rose to his feet, holding their little brother tightly to himself.

“This is why you have to practice, Ra-Ra.” He said softly. “You want to make sure when you hunt that you only need to use one arrow. The one slice of a knife so you don’t cause it any pain. You did well for your first time. We live and we learn.”

The little boy said nothing, crying into his shoulder.

“He’s not listening.” Coyah smiled, picking up the discarded children’s bow. “Come, let us head back so Da can dress the marmot. Maybe Mama can talk some sense into him, he only ever listens to her.”

“Coyah, he’s just a kid.”

“I know, but he’ll learn eventually. That or he’ll starve.”

Kelas’a rolled his eyes at his sister's words, watching as she led the way home. It was entirely dark now, the sounds of the jungles around them magnifying now that the heat of the day was over. It would be a long trek back carrying him but it was better than leaving his youngest sibling out here to cry his heart out.

Hefting Kelas’ra higher up into his arms he followed Coyah as she casually strolled through the brush, whistling and swinging the deceased marmot in her hands.

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G’ota’a sat by his workbench, carefully whittling a small figure of Minduruva he had been asked to carve for one of the families in their tribe, the previous carving having been quite old, ready to be burned in offering to make room for a newer one.

As he brushed the wood shavings away he heard rustling in the treeline, turning to see Coyah and Kelas’a return and in his eldest arms resting his youngest, Kelas’ra clutching his neck tightly.

“Well this does not bode well…” He sighed, setting the figure and his knife to the side, hopping down to greet them. “Welcome back, you three. How did it go?”

Coyah grinned brightly, holding up a small marmot by the tail, the fur sticky with blood. “It was a success! Ra-Ra nailed it on his first try! Unfortunately it wasn’t very clean so we had to finish it off, but he shows promise with the bow if he’ll stick with it.”

Kelas’a nodded, handing over the small child as he sniffled. “He’s a bit upset about killing it. We thought you or Mama might talk to him about it.”

G’ota’a held his youngest son, brushing back his hair to give him a warm smile, the boy whimpering, eyes swollen and red and snot running down his face.

“You will be okay, Little Chick.” He soothed. “You did not mean to let it suffer.”

“I never want to hunt again.” Kelas’ra hiccupped, wiping his eyes with his arm. “I’ll never go again! I’m going to stay home forever!”

“Come now…” G’ota’a sat him down on his feet, patting his shoulders as he kneeled by him, waving to Coyah for the marmot. She gave it to him and he gently laid it in Kelas’ra’s hands. The little boy began to whimper again, clenching his teeth as held on to it.

“Tell me, Ra-Ra. What do you see?”

“I-I don’t understand…”

G’ota’a tapped the marmot in his hands. “Look at your prey and tell me: what do you see?”

“I-I see a m-marmot…”

“Odd.” The man smiled warmly, touching the creature’s side. “I see a meal that will fill your belly and keep you full and healthy.” 

His hand trailed down and took hold of the marmot’s leg, shaking it lightly. “I see bones that will become tools that we can use around the house, even the bones too small to be used can be ground up and used for fertilizer for the few crops we grow. I see muscle sinew that can be used to restring your bow or be used for medical supplies if you were to hurt yourself. I see fur that will keep you warm, your bed nice and soft so you can sleep soundly.”

His words were gentle and soothing as he pointed out all the things that the marmot could be made into, Coyah and Kelas’a grinned as they remembered this speech from their own first hunts. Though they said nothing they fondly remembered reacting just the same way as their little brother, crying their eyes out but their father’s words had calmed them and helped to frame their mentality towards hunting from that day forward.

“So you see, Little Chick, it’s not just a marmot. It is something to help you, me, all of us. It is a Gift.” G’ota’a smiled. “I know it hurts to take a life, it is something we must only ever do when we need to, when we have no other option. We should give thanks to those we slay and ensure that nothing goes to waste so that its sacrifice will not be in vain. Do you understand?”

Kelas’ra sniffled, nodding as he pet the deceased marmot in his hands. “I think so…”

The little boy gave him a weak grin, handing back over the marmot. “I don’t want to carve it though…I’m scared.”

Laughing, G’ota’a took the animal and nuzzled his youngest, listening to him purr happily. “Not to worry, I’ll handle that for you. We’ll prepare it for you as your own personal feast and I’ll see that Emhi makes you something nice from the fur, how does that sound?”

With an excited hop Kelas’ra nodded, racing away. “Mama! Mama! I did it!” They could hear him yelling as he bolted into their home. “I hunted a marmot and I got it and Da said he would make me a special dinner and-”

The boy’s voice trailed away as they glanced knowingly at each other. 

“Well.” Coyah laughed. “He makes a swift recovery, doesn’t he?”

“That’s a ten year old for you. They’re nigh on indestructible.” Kelas’a stretched his shoulders out, checking his own gear to ensure it was all still there and ready. “Well, suppose I’ll head back on out and see what else we can find. A single marmot won’t be feeding the nine of us all.”

“I’ll go with you.” Coyah winked, spinning her knife in her hand as she played with it, rocking back and forth. “Want to make a competition out of it? Let’s see who can find the largest prey to bring home!”

G’ota’a watched the two bicker back and forth as they sprinted back to the treeline, eager to get a head start over the other. He expected nothing less, Kelas’a and Coyah had always had a friendly rivalry between the two of them, always fighting to see who was the fastest, the strongest, the best hunter, the best skinner.

With a chuckle he shook his head, holding the marmot in his hands as he returned to his workbench, setting it down and running his hand over the length of it gently, saying a small thank you prayer. Ra-Ra couldn’t have done any better if he had been a prodigy. The marmot was in excellent condition and was the perfect size to craft him some fur lined sashes that could double as a head wrap or a belt, depending on what was needed.

G’ota’a hummed to himself as he pulled his tools over, setting them out in a row to prepare skinning the marmot and butcher it for Kelas’ra’s meal. He was proud of him, his little Allagan Eye’d treasure. His youngest and his joy.

His little fledgling, soft-hearted hunter.

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Décès de détenus à Coyah : le Ministère de la Justice et des Droits de l’Homme prend des mesures fortes

Conduite par la secrétaire générale, Madame Irène Marie Hadjimalis, une délégation du Ministère de la Justice et des droits de l’homme s’est rendue ce lundi 6 Mai 2024 à Coyah pour s’enquérir des réalités suite au cas de morts malheureusement enregistré, dimanche 05 mai 2024.   Il s’agit de trois personnes en attente de jugement dans les locaux disciplinaires de la compagnie de la gendarmerie et…

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Gambia cayó derrotado 1 gol por 0 en el torneo  Al menos tres personas murieron y otras quince resultaron heridas en Guinea-Conakri durante las celebraciones el pasado viernes por la victoria de la selección nacional contra Gambia por 1-0 en la Copa de África que se disputa en Costa de Marfil, según informaron fuentes médicas. Las víctimas se registraron en la ciudad occidental de Coyah, precisó el doctor Mathieu Moussa Tèmbèdouno, supervisor general del hospital de la prefectura homónima, en declaraciones publicadas por medios locales a última hora del sábado. "Tres muertos y quince heridos fueron recibidos en urgencias" tras diversos accidentes registrados en las calles de Coyah durante las celebraciones, afirmó el doctor. "Entre los tres muertos hay dos cadáveres depositados. El tercero murió al llegar al hospital", precisó el médico. Guinea-Conakri, con los futbolistas Ilaix Moriba, del Getafe, y Mouctar Diakhaby, del Valencia, ganó a Gambia y se situó a un paso de los octavos de final de la Copa de África que deberá amarrar en la última jornada del Grupo C frente Senegal, ya clasificada. De conseguir ese objetivo, el conjunto guineano, que dirige Kaba Diawara, lograría superar la fase de grupos por tercera edición consecutiva. Para recibir en tu celular esta y otras informaciones, únete a nuestras redes sociales, síguenos en Instagram, Twitter y Facebook como @DiarioElPepazo El Pepazo/Marca/EFE

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Guinée: évasion de 81 prisonniers après une attaque à main armée

81 détenus se sont évadés de la prison de Coyah (Guinée) suite à une attaque à main armée. C’est le Ministre guinéen de la Justice qui a donné l’information dans un communiqué dont Thieydakar tient copie. “Depuis la mise en place d’une politique pénale rigoureuse de lutte contre le grand banditisme par la répression des Infraction, la seule possibilité des délinquants aujourd’hui est sans doute…

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Guinée: Attaque Armée contre la Prison de Coyah, Évasion de Plusieurs Détenus

Guinée : Attaque Armée contre la Prison de Coyah, Évasion de Plusieurs Détenus Plusieurs détenus de haut rang se sont échappés de la prison civile de Coyah hier soir. Selon le procureur général de la Cour d’Appel de Conakry, cette évasion est le résultat d’une attaque armée contre cette prison située dans la sous-préfecture de Wonkifong. D’après le magistrat Yamoussa Conté, des individus…

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‘Nji prej nesh’, film policor shqiptar

‘Nji prej nesh’, film policor shqiptar

NJI PREJ NESH- vepra e pare e regjisorit Ergys Meta, vjen pas premierws ndërkombëtare ne festivalin e Cottbusit Filmi do të shfaqet premierë në datë 17 Nëntor në orën 19:10 në Kinema Millenium (trailer i filmit https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COyah-HLXJ8). ‘Nji prej nesh’, wshtw historia e Sulës, një efektivi policie, i cili vuan nga çrregullimet e stresit post-traumatik. Gjendja e tij rëndohet…

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Assainissement : Dansa Kourouma à l’assaut contre les ordures à Coyah

Assainissement : Dansa Kourouma à l’assaut contre les ordures à Coyah

Accompagné de plusieurs conseillers, le président du CNT a procédé à l’assainissement du grand marché de la commune de Coyah, ce dimanche 17 juillet 2022. Cette opération s’inscrit dans le cadre de lutter contre l’insalubrité dans les villes du pays. Une initiative lancée par le président Mamadi Doumbouya à Conakry, jeudi dernier. A Coyah, la motivation de monsieur Dansa Kourouma a réjoui les…

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Assainissement : Dansa Kourouma à l’assaut contre les ordures à Coyah

Assainissement : Dansa Kourouma à l’assaut contre les ordures à Coyah

Accompagné de plusieurs conseillers, le président du CNT a procédé à l’assainissement du grand marché de la commune de Coyah, ce dimanche 17 juillet 2022. Cette opération s’inscrit dans le cadre de lutter contre l’insalubrité dans les villes du pays. Une initiative lancée par le président Mamadi Doumbouya à Conakry, jeudi dernier. A Coyah, la motivation de monsieur Dansa Kourouma a réjoui les…

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FFXIV Writing Prompt 2: Bolt

"Run, Little One! Run as quickly as you can!"

“You must hurry, Little Chick!”

Kelas’ra stood in a daze as his mother quickly gathered his sparse belongings and  clothing, tossing them into a leather travel bag, her vibrant blue eyes wide with worry and fear. She sprinted across the room and pulled down preserved meats from the shelf by the stove, wrapping them in cloth before stuffing them into the back as well.

“Ra-Ra, quickly! Put your shoes on!” She demanded, spurring the fifteen year old into action. With a sickening, swirling sensation in his gut he quickly jumped in place, pulling his boots on one after the other, buckling the straps around his calves as she handed him the bag, pushing him towards the back room as a furious beating sounded at the door.

“We do not have much time.” She said breathlessly, shoving him towards the window. “I will stall the tribe for as long as I can but you must run. Flee this place!”

He could feel his lip trembling as he braced himself against the frame, refusing to move.  “I don’t want to!” He cried, turning as the crashing against the front door grew louder and more urgent. “I don’t want to leave, I can’t! Where will I go?”

“Anywhere is better than here, My Heart.” His mother clasped her hands to his cheeks, pulling him close to kiss his forehead, nuzzling him close. “You cannot stay, the tribe will tear you apart before handing you over to the Garleans when they arrive. Your father and siblings are waiting in the forest for you and will guide you towards the road. I want you to run, alright? Run and don’t look back, no matter what you hear or what you see. Do you understand me?”

Kelas’ra continued to cry as she brushed his messy black hair from his eyes but he nodded weakly, hands grasping for her shoulders. “I-I’m sorry..” He hiccupped. “I d-didn’t mean to…I w-was only trying t-to h-help..”

“I know my dearest.” She headbunted him again, pulling off her earrings and her betrothal bracelet before placing them into his bag. “Here, take these. You can sell my earrings for money and the bracelet is the one G’ota’a made for me when we began courting. It will keep you safe from harm.”

Straightening him to his full height, she couldn’t help but chuckle at the small scrawny child before her, nothing but gangly limbs and a wild tangle of curly black hair that hid his eyes from view. “May the Sisters watch over you, Little Chick. You are always in my thoughts and my prayers. Now go!”

He stole one last tight embrace, breathing in her warm scent before his mother pulled away, shooing him to the open window as she hurriedly shut the door. He could hear the angry yelling in the other room as she confronted the crowd of furious tribesmen and women, eager to tear him apart.

With one final sniff Kelas’ra threw one leg over the windowsill and then the other, dropping silently to the ground below. He pressed himself against the side of the home, unsure exactly where to go next.

“Oi, brat!” His ears flicked at the words, glancing to the pitch black line of trees at the edge of the tribe, spotting one of his older brothers waving. “Get over here, hurry!”

Silently he sprinted across the clearing and dove into the brush, feeling hands pulling him to his feet, dragging him along. Kelas’li, the third born son, gripped him tightly by the arm, diving over logs and under branches as they bolted deeper into the forest.

“You must keep going this direction, don’t turn and don’t look back.” He huffed, his blue and golden eyes shimmering in the dark., words echoing their mother’s. “Coyah and Kelas’a will meet you at the river and take you to Da.”

Kelas’ra said nothing, whimpering as he struggled to keep up with the young man, his legs not nearly as long or as strong as his brother’s. The two dashed through the undergrowth as thorns clutched their pants and arms, thin scratches crisscrossing their flesh as they pushed through, defiant of the pain.

The two Keepers said nothing to each other for what felt like an eternity until they arrived at a thin creek, the bubbling water serene in juxtaposition to their current situation. A young woman stood waiting with her arms crossed, accompanied by a tall broad man with reddish brown hair messily brushed back.

“Li-Li, Ra-Ra, you made it!” Coyah sighed with relief as they jogged to her side. She, like Kelas’ra, favoured their mother with long black hair and bright blue eyes the color of a cloudless sky. “Were you followed?”

“No.” Kelas’li gasped, resting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. “Nobody saw us. Mum was still arguing with the tribe at the house when we departed and the others were stationed around to divert them, we should still have a good head start.”

“Let us not squander it, then.” Kelas’a, the eldest sibling of the seven, stated in his deep booming voice. “Can you still run, Ra-Ra?”

Kelas’ra nodded mutely, rising once more as he shifted the bag on his shoulders. “I think so, yeah…”

“Good. Li-Li, get your breath and mark a false trail to throw the hunters off. We’ll proceed down the creek away from the Garlean poacher camps and pick back up with Da when it’s safe.”

The young man rose as well brushing his own red hair back before playfully shoving Kelas’ra. “You better not get caught after all of this.” He chuckled as he rolled his shoulders, preparing to leave with a wink. “Sisters keep you, brat. I better hear good things about you in the future, you hear me?”

Before Kelas’ra could respond his siblings pulled him into the creek, the icy cold waters rising to his knees. They urged him along and he spared one last glance over the shoulder to see his brother dashing back into the underbrush, his form disappearing into the night.

The trio splashed through the creek, using the water to throw off their scent as they traveled as fast as they could manage, Kelas’a occasionally lifting his youngest sibling when he fell, submerging himself in the freezing waters. All three were thoroughly soaked to the bone by the time they were far enough to rise on the banks, wringing their clothing dry before continuing on, leading the youngest with them.

“Da will be right up ahead.” Kelas’a announced at last as they paused in a clearing, taking a moment to turn and give the teen a tight embrace. “We’re always thinking of you, you understand? We’ll try to talk the tribe down, convince them none of this was really your fault.”

“It’s a long shot, but we’ve got to try.” Coyah joined the hug, her wet hair clinging to her cheeks as she grinned broadly. “You’ll get to come home soon enough, you’ll see.”

They lingered together a moment longer before sending him forward, disappearing in opposing directions to create false trails themselves. Kelas’ra, now alone, bolted through the undergrowth as quickly as he could manage, sprinting towards the direction they had pointed out to him.  Lungs burning and limbs trembling from exertion he pushed himself as hard as he could manage, feeling just how heavy his still water-logged clothing felt on his thin frame.

“Little Chick, this way!” A familiar voice called out and he raced towards it, crying out as he spotted his father, G’ota’a, crouched beneath a tree. A half Seeker and half Keeper, his golden eyes gleamed in the darkness, slit pupils dilated to give him better sight.

“Oh little one…” He sighed as Kelas’ra dashed into his arms, crying. “You made it, thank the Sisters. Come, we must move.” The boy didn’t even get a chance to speak before he was jerked forward, continuing the long trek through the jungles. How he wanted to plead his case, to have his father tell him everything would be alright but it was far too late for that. He had led the Garleans to the tribe by accident in his failed attempt to save two members that had been poached for whatever it was the Garleans did to them back in their camps. It was a fate worse than death and he had tried to save them from it, but yet he had failed miserably, instead alerting the soldiers to the tribe’s approximate location. Intrigued by his red eye (the Allagan Eye they called it, whatever that was) they had sworn to raze the village in search of others with a similar curse. The tribe, once learning of the impending invasion, was more than happy to offer him up as a sacrifice to spare the others but his family wouldn’t hear of it and thus the plan to spirit him away had come to fruition.

“We’re almost there.” G’ota’a soothed as they dove down a deep outcropping of stone.”Just a little further.”

Kelas’ra trailed behind the tall man as they soon reached a clearing, a winding dirt path stretching in both directions to the east and the west. With a satisfied nod G’ota’a turned back to his son, brushing his hair back tenderly. “Follow this road to the edge of the forest.” He said quickly, his large hands clapping the boy’s shoulders heavily. “When you reach the end, just keep going. It’s called the Merchant’s Road and you’ll be certain to run into somebody who can help you. If you see this symbol…” Crouching, he drew two squares on their edges before drawing another overlapping square between them with his finger in the dirt.  “...you run, you run as hard as you can manage. That is the Garlean crest. Avoid them at all costs, do you hear me?”

Kelas’ra nodded, the lump in his throat growing ever larger. G’ota’a urged him forward towards the road with a gentle smile though his voice was strained. “Go on now. Take care, Little Ra-Ra. Please…return home safe to us one day.”

“Da, I…” The tears flowed freely as he struggled to talk. There were so many things he wanted to say, to confess but there was no time. He turned and dashed down the road as quickly as he legs would carry him, the tears streaming against his cheeks in the wind, burning with irritation from dirt and sand. His body screamed in protest as he pressed onward, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake as he tore through the forest, both his heart and his lungs fit to burst.

He ran for what felt like hours, the dirt path spiraling back and forth over fallen logs and large rocks but never ending, never trailing away. He stumbled several times, righting himself before maintaining his sprint, huffing in the night as he pressed ever forward, ever further and further away from the only home he had ever known.

The forest suddenly gave way to a vast plain, the clear sky all too bright and vibrant to his eyes having grown used to the perpetual coverage from the forest canopy. Kelas’ra slowed to a stop, spinning in place as he gawked at the myriad of trillions and billions of stars high above him, growing dizzy as he dropped  to his knees. He had never seen the sky so large, so bright. So empty and cold.

He glanced around, noting just how barren the landscape was, no hills, no trees save for the line splitting him from his forest home and the slightest hint of mountains in the far distance. He felt so small and insignificant, huddled in a weeping mess below that vast sky.

But he couldn’t stop now. He had to keep going. Wiping his nose against the thin silk of his sleeve he rose shakily to his feet, facing the long road ahead of him. It curved and winded far into the distance, further than even his night vision could see. But it was the road he must walk. With tentative steps he stepped forward once more into the unknown, set upon a path that had no end in sight but one he knew was safer for him than the road back home. And so he walked, sobbing to himself alone, one foot in front of the other towards the vast plains of southern Corvos.

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Coyah : deux personnes périssent dans un vieux puits à Wonkifon

Le drame s’est produit dans le district de Nasser, sous-préfecture de Wonkifon, préfecture de Coyah. Ce vendredi 16 février, deux personnes, âgées respectivement de 35 et 40 ans, sont décédées alors qu’elles nettoyaient un vieux puits. Selon les témoins, c’est le premier nettoyeur qui est descendu avant d’être suivi par son collègue, après avoir remarqué qu’il ne répondait plus à l’appel. Les…

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JOUR DE MANIF | Le FNDC fait un premier bilan et accuse les autorités de manœuvres pour empêcher la manifestation.

JOUR DE MANIF | Le FNDC fait un premier bilan et accuse les autorités de manœuvres pour empêcher la manifestation.

JOUR DE MANIF | Le FNDC fait un premier bilan et accuse les autorités de manœuvres pour empêcher la manifestation. Voici les localités qui prennent part à cette “première manifestation d’envergure nationale” selon le Front : Kaloum, Matam, Matoto, Ratoma, Dixinn, Coyah, Kindia, Forecariah, Tanènè, Kolaboui, Boké, Mamou, Labé, Dalaba, Pita, Kankan, Siguiri, Macenta, N’zérékoré.