"Le miroir fêlé du moralisateur Siré Sy : Autopsie d’une ambition déçue" (député Bacary Diedhiou)
The recent media appearance of political analyst Siré Sy continues to fuel the Senegalese political debate. In a particularly virulent text, the former close associate of the ruling coalition attacked Ousmane Sonko, president of the Pastef party, suggesting the latter's supposed "political end." This intervention, instead of weakening the targeted figure, has primarily reignited questions surrounding Siré Sy's career, motivations, and current political stance. For many observers, this shift reflects personal political frustration. MP Bacary Diedhiou sees in Siré Sy's reaction a man disappointed by the lack of institutional positioning following the change of power. Seneweb presents the full text of MP Bacary Diedhiou's scathing article.
"The cracked mirror of the moralizer, Siré Sy: Autopsy of a thwarted ambition"
Siré Sy, what if Siré Sy would just be silent! You spoke like a man whose anger had torn away his last mask. In trying to strike, you laid yourself bare. The true face you concealed beneath the flattering lights of the media studios was revealed: a face contorted by bitterness, pretension, and thwarted ambition. You, who flitted from studio to studio, not to serve the cause, but to seek a position, a place, a seat, you finally fled the media halls when the coveted seat wasn't granted to you. And here you are again today, staggering, like a man suffering from political vertigo, ready to project your inner turmoil onto Ousmane Sonko.
You attack him with the clumsiness of a tightrope walker who mistakes the void for the height. You think you see his fall where there is only a slight cold, a normal oscillation in the vast breath of political history. It is not his foresight that falters: it is your own analytical faculties that have eroded. This exercise in which you once excelled, this lucidity you claimed to possess, now eludes you. The heart always betrays the face, as the saying goes. And your heart, saturated with resentment and frustration, has spilled onto the page. Your text, far from being an indictment of Sonko, is a pamphlet against yourself, a stray bullet you foolishly fired into your own camp.
You have become a mere pawn in a plot orchestrated against Ousmane Sonko. A failed plan, a stillborn child, a strategy conceived in the feverish haste of those who mistake agitation for political intelligence. We knew you had prepared a cascading attack, a sleight of hand where Abdourahmane Diouf was to lead the way before your disorganized assaults followed. But, my God, who could this stratagem possibly surprise? Wolof ndiaye dafa ne lula bett, meûn leu. Yen bettolen kenneu. Your plot is so clear it's practically translucent.
You announce Ousmane Sonko's political demise like a blind prophet who's lost sight of the future. You don't realize that proclaiming his end is tantamount to signing your own. You, who are working to plant the idea of his dismissal in President Diomaye Faye's mind, are digging a pit whose depth will only accommodate your own downfall. This eventuality, even if imagined, would bring you no benefit whatsoever. You've only yourself tormented. Because announcing Sonko's political death is to loudly declare your own obsolescence.
And here you are, instead of polishing your shoes to look better at the banquet hall, having dug them in the mud. You dare say that Ousmane Sonko didn't listen to you out of pride, malice, and jealousy. Jealousy? What would he be jealous of? What do you possess? What grandeur, what brilliance, what talent so incandescent as to inspire the slightest covetousness? As far as we know, you only have a silver tongue, and even that's debatable. Perhaps Sonko, a devoted reader of the classics, had grasped La Fontaine's moral: "Every flatterer lives at the expense of the one who listens to him." Perhaps he simply refused to become your prey. You have to be Siré Sy to believe that advice commands obedience.
You fed on President Ousmane Sonko's aura like a parasitic plant clinging to a trunk it doesn't understand. Those who fawned over you did so indirectly, because your speeches shone in the reflection of his prestige. The patriots had embraced you, but you believed their affection for the cause was directed at you personally. You mistook the spotlight for the light. And when you began to call Ousmane Sonko arrogant, jealous, and manipulative, you were simply projecting your own image onto the wall.
You're not living up to your own self-proclaimed status. We now know your true motivations: to get a job, a lucrative, high-paying job. If you don't get the job, Siré Sy flies into a rage, screams, bites, and rages. Ask yourself honestly if you surpass the journalists or columnists you silently envy: Cheikh Ousmane Touré, Pape Moussa Sow, Moustapha Diop, Dr. Khadim Bamba Diagne, Khadim Bamba Fall, Khadim Diop, Mansour Diop, Fatou Abdou Ndiaye, Salma Ibrahima Fall, and all those other voices whose vanity never falters. You, on the other hand, have an inordinate amount of pretension.
Even your vocabulary is working against you. You talk about Deep State like an actor in a bad action movie, a failed hero who dreams of being a vengeful spy in a scenario too big for him. What were you seeking revenge for? Not being listened to? Not being promoted? And what about your choice to designate "gray eminences" within the Diomaye-President coalition? You're bordering on provocation by citing names that should never have appeared in your accusatory rant.
Ousmane Sonko never betrayed anyone. He simply wanted to distance himself from comrades who hadn't grasped the nobility of the struggle or whose hidden ambitions threatened the project's coherence. Those who seek victory without the endurance required are always the first to burn out. You fell into a trap Sonko didn't even need to set: the trap of your own haste, your impatience to taste power that isn't yours.
By proclaiming his “political death,” you precipitated the twilight of your career. You found yourself at the end of your own trajectory at the very moment you thought you were announcing the end of someone else's. You thought you were opening a tomb for Sonko, and you sat down at the edge of your own.
Siré Sy, your text is not an attack against Ousmane Sonko: it is an unintentional literary autopsy of your thwarted ambition. The mirror you hold up to him has only one flaw: it reflects only yourself, and the cracks that run through it are the very cracks in your narrative, your wounded pride, your exposed opportunism, your dulled intelligence.
You wanted to judge Sonko. You only condemned yourself.
Commentaires (8)
L’arrogance des gens de ce régime dépasse tout entendement !!!
Mais pourquoi tant d’arrogance
Messieurs votre mandat prendra fin bientôt on verra si vous continuerez à jouer au dur
Pourtant ciré vous denfandait aveugément. Faut êtes reconnaissant.
PASTEF à l’ère du { Tamanté Deum}😁😁😁
neddo ko bandum?
Tout à fait ! Nit Mbokaam
Sire Sy n'est qu'un escroc politique
Je ne suis pas d'accord avec cette sortie. Oui ciré a mal parlé. Ce n'est pas une raison de le brûler en ces termes. Il vous a défendu partout au moment le plus critique. C'est maintenant que vous pouvez l'insulter. Votre drame c'est que vous n'avez aucune générosité politique. Et vous n'aidez personne, même ceux qui sont avec vous. Arrogant et mesquin
C'est à se demander si maintenant au Sénégal les gens font de la politique ou de la polémique ! 🤔 Et vous nous parliez des stratégies de développement de la verte Casamance qui regorge de ressources non exploités ! Un jour je discutais avec un homme qui travaillait dans un organisme international alors que j'étais en Gambie ! Il m'a dit j'aime pas la politique de Yayah jammeh même si j'ai pas les preuves des accusations contre lui peut-être que c'est à cause de l'opinion publique ! Mais c'est un " Soldat politique" qui travaille dans le pragmatisme... Tout d'abord il à un champ à Kanilai pour dire aux autres faîtes comme moi ! Il va lui voir ce qui coûte chère et il investit pour amortir les prix ! S'il a besoin d'une route, il l'a fait construire... Si dans une zone rurale les personnes ont besoin d'un hôpital ou dispensaire, il le construit... En somme il regarde où trouve le besoin et il apporte la solution ! Il y'a la sécurité des biens et des personnes... Il y'a des patrouilles jusqu'à 5 h du matin... Et je me demandais que peuvent t ils demander au bon Dieu pour vivre heureux ! Jusqu'à présent je n'ai jamais entendu parler du développement de la Casamance... Les femmes sont entrain encore de patauger la boue des rizières et vous, vous êtes à Dakar en costume et cravate entrain de polémiquer sur des choses futiles qui ne vous rapportent rien du tout !
Il paraît que Pierre Goudiaby ATPA dans son village natal il ne porte jamais de costume... Allez lui demander pourquoi ?
Je n'ai pas encore lu l'article de Siré Ly, mais j'avoue que ce que je viens de lire est une réponse d'une haute facture qui m'oblige à aller découvrir Siré Ly.
En tout cas mann moom, j'ai remarqué que les réponses des intellectuels de PASTEF aux pourfendeurs de Sonko sont très percutantes : bien argumentées avec des textes agréables à lire.
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