The beard, pepper and salt, shaggy, eats his face. He is more coated than during his last shows in France, and those who have lost sight of him since he put down his suitcases in Kribi, on the edges of the Atlantic, struggle to recognize it. Now based in Cameroon, Dieudonné M’Bala M’Bala, 56, walks around in a flocked boubou with a map of Africa on the chest, on the heart side. The outfit is reminiscent of those worn by Muammar Gaddafi in the last years of his life or those favored today by the Afrocentrist agitator Kemi Seba. And it is not sure that one or the other of these comparisons displeases him.
In his new country of residence, the one who fut often described as “one of the most talented comedians of his generation” is nothing more than a fleeting and elusive shadow. His French phone no longer answers. He does not give interviews and refrains from speaking to journalists. His friends are wary and shut up as soon as they are questioned. Those who agree to lend themselves to the game speak of him with caution and circumspection. They do not believe that a journalist can treat the subject Dieudonné without a priori. The polemicist changed air, but he traveled with the conspiratorial sphere in which he evolved these latest years.
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