We invite our readers to discover the adventures (imaginary, it goes without saying!) Of Lady Gannoucha and her husband Sidi Cheikh.
Let us have eager to add that anyone who believes he would recognize himself in one of these two characters should only attack himself.
In this episode, Gannoucha and Sidi Cheikh are in the dark. It is slightly on the nerves and it displays its legendary placidity. Let’s listen to them …
– You talk about a blogger! She doesn’t even speak English like modern people and dares to attack my crown. And you, let do without saying anything!
– Gannoucha, don’t get carried away, it’s politics and you don’t understand anything … It’s a matter of men!
– You talk! But it is a little girl who attacks a minister. In addition, she walks almost naked on TV and your defense lines do nothing!
– Nothing says she is right. It may be a thicket of secular or even a palace intrigue. And then, nothing prevents a deserving minister from hosting his cousin. And, anyway, we expect it at the turn …
– How Saida Agrebi! She struts with your Turkish brothers and you are there to speak of friendship with Erdogan … You will see that the blogger will be invited also abroad!
– We will prevent it from traveling and we will do it while respecting the procedures. What do you want, all these enemies of the Revolution unroll the red carpet to our opponents. You have to know how to stay calm …
– Stay calm? But you are kidding! Stay calm while we accuse you of being a predator sheikh and that we are rolling in the mud! They would never have dared to do this in Zine! He, at least, he had grip …
-But remember, it was Leïla who lost it … I repeat to you: women and politics do not mix …
– And Maherzia and Sihem and all the others? Why, it is only me who should be silent?
– They are all potiches. We put them in the window to reassure the West and pretend we were for female emancipation. Don’t worry, they are puppets and I am their supreme guide. No one will contradict me!
– So, starts with this blogger that dirty us!
– Gannoucha, don’t get upset like that: after all, it’s just a blogger and that her word will be worth that of a minister!
– You seem to forget what happened to DSK, the president of the IMF who is being fooled by a servant … badly took him since he was atomized.
– Come on, we will never go so far in our good old country of eastern despotism. In a democratic impulse, we have given freedom to the dogs to bark. This is only noise because, at the same time, we do what we want and, if God wants, we will do what we want …
– There are some who say that it is the illuminated by Carthage who plots against our family and would have given these documents to the blogger!
– They are wrong. And, anyway, this one is a masculine potiche, a potiche in a way …
– So why don’t you go. You just have to bring together a few doctors and you go back to him on November 7. Do not forget: you had promised me Carthage and I still see nothing coming! And yet, you would be so beautiful in burnous, on the steps, in its place!
– Stop getting impatient … You know I always hold my promises!
– So, is it true? Will we one day go to Carthage? Chic then, I could have fun on Leïla’s lands. In addition, I bought lots of things during the last sale of charity. I can’t wait for me to have the house that goes with it …
-Calm down Gannouchti … You will see, we will one day be there if the winds continue to be favorable.
-Do you have any doubt? I repeat to you: this blogger, all these disbelievers and this popular front, it tells me nothing worth it! And then, this ECB, he reminds me too Bourguiba. He is clever like a monkey and we love him more than you …
– Come on, I told you not to mix with politics. I take care of all this and they will not have a penny of the emir. And without money, we are nothing at all.
– You speak, Zine had amassed a great nest magot, that did not prevent him from fleeing when the people scolded.
– Yes, but he was influenced by his wife! And this is one more reason for you to be silent. Understood ! Woman, shut up and go to the kitchen to prepare a good pudding, like when we were in London …
– To your orders, my beloved sheikh. But remember, I will no longer set foot in London, if not for my shopping. It is Carthage that I want and if you are my man, you will settle there!
