Ibrahima Thioye : Be my light and I'll be your shadow

Are you afraid of the reaper? Yes, probably.

He defies it every day.

Have you ever waltzed with death or considered doing so? No, I have not.

He waltzes with it every day.

Do you have human blood on your hands? No, surely not.

He bathes in its body and soul.

Do you fear the Devil, him, and his misdeeds? Yes, for sure.

He is feared by it.

Do you fear the occult and mystical forces? Yes, without a doubt.

He is feared by them and is untouchable.

Has hearing a person's name ever made you tremble with fear to your bones? No, probably not.

His name makes everyone tremble, from the oldest to the newborn babies.

And finally, have you ever wondered what the darkness would look like and what it would be called if it were human?

Whether you have asked yourself the question or not, there is only one answer: he, one of the most beautiful, the cruelest, known as the executioner of the country, the one because of whom the Devil no longer dresses in Prada, the one of whom the reaper is afraid, the one of whom death does not want, the man with a heart of stone and a cursed soul, the one nicknamed ''The Black Devil'', the executioner of Senegal: Ibrahima Thioye.

Do you live in fear? Without any doubt, for some people.

She and it are just one, like Twins.

Are you in a hurry to die? Unlikely.

She keeps begging for it's coming and is waiting for her with open arms.

Do you have control of your life? Indeed, for many, mainly the adults.

She is nothing but a puppet to the good of others.

Do you bear the scars of a painful past? Definitely, for some of you.

She is only scarred, with a few exceptions.

Do you long for revenge? Obviously, for many.

She, only lives for it, to be able in her turn to break, destroy lives as it has been her case again and again.

And finally, have you wondered what suffering would be like and what name it would bear if it were to be human?

Whether you have asked yourself the question or not, it has only one answer: she, one of the most beautiful women in Senegal if she is not the most beautiful, broken, innocent, gentle, victim, resentful but above all the embodiment of the fallen angel, one that will be nicknamed "Lilith," the companion of the "Black Devil": Fatou Bintou Rassoul Lo.

Covered in blood from head to toe, blood dripping down, the white clothes he wore stained with blood, his face also stained with the same vital liquid, his eyes glazed over, his heart rate normal despite the energy he had expended, Ibrahima left the torture room where he was, a satisfied smile on his lips for having taken the lives of a dozen moles infiltrated into his gang.

He loved to take his anger out on others, to have the power of life and death over them, to see them suffer, begging him to spare them, hearing them moan with pain and suffering, and above all to feel the life leaving their bodies and their blood flowing over him.

Monster, psychopath, abomination, demon, these are some of the names that could be given to him given the short description given of his dark side and were even given to him already. Yet he saw himself as a man among the billions who lived on Earth, a man who was not given the chance or the right to choose what he wanted to be, a man for whom no one had any consideration, a man who was deprived of the right to have a childhood like his fellow men, to be a child, a man who had to grow up very early, skipping the teenage years to become an adult very early, a man who had no choice but to suppress all light in him to let himself be invaded by the darkness of the dark world of the mafia, a man who was made to believe in a possible redemption only to be let down and sink further into the darkness, a man who never had the chance to know what it is to be loved and above all a man devoid of feelings.

So he went to a second room where as soon as he entered, his men present were slightly startled, including his right-hand man, although it was not the first time they had seen him in such a state. They just couldn't get used to the sight of him, something he didn't care about. Fearing that his desire to kill was still present and prevented him from reasoning properly, his right-hand man, Mouhamed Moustapha Cissé, went towards him to stop him.

_ Ibrahima, let me take care of him. You are, I'm afraid, not in a position to do so, he says.

_ Don't worry. I have complete control over my actions, Ibrahima replied.

But I will need a handkerchief, if possible, to clean the blood from my face and hands so that I can deal with our dear thief properly, he added.

In a minute he received the requested object before all his men left the room and left him alone with the famous thief.

_ So, Mr. Saliou Niang, it seems that it's time we had a little chat about my goods that you sold without giving me the money, he said.

_ I have already told your men. The money from the sale was stolen from me, he replied, fear in his voice.

_ Stolen? You see, I may be younger than you, but that doesn't mean I'm fooled. So I'll ask you: where's my money?

_ I... I've... already told you. I was robbed.

_ Wrong answer. And he thrust a dagger he'd never seen him take into his hand.

_ Aaaaaaah. But are you crazy?

_ Far from it. I'm just a man who wants what's his. You know, your stubbornness in trying to lie to me makes me very sorry because I may have stopped believing in God a long time ago but I know that lying is a sin in your religion. So please be kind and answer my fucking question: where is my money?

_ I'm telling you again. I don't know.

_ Since you don't respect your religion, let me remind you of a saying I like very much, which says that a snake can bite you once, twice if you can stand it, but never three times. And I don't intend to let you lie to me a third time.

_ Mouhamed, let the lady in.

_ Ndeye Ngoye? Honey? What is my wife doing here?

_ Can't you guess? So I'll tell you. She's here with your first baby due in five months so you don't have to lie to me for the third time and look me straight in the eye. So now you have a choice between your life or theirs.

_ I... I don't know anything. I swear to you.

_ You see, I've never been very fond of picking on women and babies, but when I get cornered, I do. So here's what's gonna happen if you don't tell me what I want to know right now. I will myself, with this knife you see, cut open the belly of your very lovely wife and remove your baby from her belly before removing her womb. Then, when she has been sewn up and is well-rested, I will let my men take turns having fun with her in front of you until she can no longer feel her body before I come and make you spill the beans on my money. Only then will I kill you in front of her before letting her go as a living husk. Great scenario, isn't it?

Ndeye Ngoye, Saliou's wife, could not help but give back the contents of her stomach, disgusted under Ibrahima's laughter.

_ Tell me, my dear. If you react like this when I have only told you what to expect, what will you do when I put my words into practice?

_ I... I'll tell you where your money is, but please don't hurt them, Saliou interjected.

_ Finally!

_ it... It's in the basement of our house, the one in Almadies.

_ Thank you.

He immediately shot him between the eyes, to the screams of his wife, who began to struggle in vain to get rid of her bonds, which Ibrahima came to undo. Ibrahima let her loose on him until she had no strength left before calling Mouhamed Moustapha to take her home and bring him his money. Finally exhausted, he went to his room where, after reluctantly taking a long bath to get rid of the blood on him, he went to bed, satisfied.