He sees that his village has become a city, but the singing, the Gbandi songs have been replaced by voices, discussions, maybe arguments in Gbandi. After awakening, he immediately boards a plane that takes him to the Mobayi Mbongo territory to meet with the traditional Lité chief and discuss the new developments in his dream. «Son, I have been expecting you, you and your dream… Continue, the ancestors are encouraging you, but you have to think bigger…». This time it is an airport, an airport to link Gbadolite to the rest of the world, the international airport of Moanda, an airport that can welcome a supersonic plane, the Concorde from Paris! And since a new Pope has just arrived in Rome, we ought to build a chapel, a chapel made of white marble, with delicate stained-glass windows, a crypt, a majestic organ of blazing copper, and a choir that will sing in Latin in the tropics... On Wednesday December 3, 1980, it is still the same dream but this time there are only two cats dancing around the well and inviting him to look.
He leans over and sees that his village has become a city, but he hears rumours, he senses movements, an agitation that comes from other cities in the Republic. The next day, to chase the bad dream away, he decides to build two palaces in Gbadolite, one in Kawele and the other in Gbado. On Tuesday April 24, 1990, the dream returns, but there is only one cat nervously moving around the well. Thrown off, the Marshal President cranes his neck and sees protest marches, demonstrations, shouts, protests; insults in all the languages of the country replace the Gbandi songs. Frightened, he takes the plane back to the Mobayi-Mbongo territory and decides to relocate his capitol to Gbadolité; from then on the Republic will be managed from his village turned city… «Why not ? Nothing is missing here, we have our international airport, our hydro-electric dam, our large avenues illuminated all night long, our cathedral, our parks...» On Friday May 16, 1997, the same dream returns, but not a trace of a cat, only the cursed well. Weakened and already ill, the Marshal moves towards the well with difficulty, but there are only lynchings, lootings, fire and blood at the bottom of the well. The airport is plundered, the palaces are plundered, the chapel is plundered, the tombs are opened...The chapel, my chapel, the last resting place of my greatest love and our children. The Marshal removes his leopardskin toque, takes off his large tortoiseshell glasses, and wipes away a tear, «Understand my emotion…» Then he moves while repeating: «There is no gravity, there is no gravity…» The Marshal will never relive the cats or the well. «There is no gravity,» it is said that the last words he uttered from the depths of his exile were: «There is no gravity, there is no gravity…» and that he then remained silent until his death.
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