Manze mem Pep Admirab…
Tan ki to vant pa vid to pa pou plenye… Me kan to Vant Vid, to pou tro feb pou lagerr… Ou swa tou pou kraz partou ar la raz… Kontinye asize manz pistas…
A fors, to pou tass dan to sez, obez…
Alain Bertrand in Mauritian creole about The People’s Inertia
For each and every teardrop shed by my fellow countryman, I will not only hold them (the damned Politicians) accountable, but also promise to make them pay to the last cent by any legal means. They should stop playing God and learn that they have no right on the People’s happiness!
Alain BERTRAND about Them (the damned Politicians)
When I think about norms, It drives back to deliria… You’ve become my Mainstay… My Beacon…
Please Stand Ground… at least for me!
Alain Bertrand about a call in the night!
The daymare !
That was bound to be!
He look sideways, crossed the slim sand strip, ran low below the strati but never looked back. All he heard was the tic-tacs of the heavy copper quadrant he had hanging round his neck. Not that he was a rapper or a bling-bling kinda man, he was to bear the weight of time running off, before he would reach his destination. He knew the facts, the pros, the cons… he was fully aware of all the remaining options, but he was still hoping to get on the other side of that Rubicon, safe, untroubled… a victor upon his inner doubts. Read More