|The Brothers: Gaddafi and Jammeh|
It was something I never thought I would have ever witnesses in my twenty-something years old life. For Gaddafi had vowed never to run away like Saddam Hussein and other callous and blood thirsty dictators and that he would turn Tripoli into a bloodbath.
The most powerful and feared man in Libya and indeed in Africa is now on the run and a wanted man. He is wanted dead or alive by his own people. Yeah, the very people he had suppressed for many decades.
As a Muslim, I have been brought up not to laugh at other people’s misfortunes. But that night as I sipped my Mexican cappuccino and watched pictures of Libyans ransacking Gaddafi’s belongings, I felt a tear of joy running down my cheeks and would have done a Sarahule dance if it was not in the blessed month of Ramadan.
In my mind, I tried to re-enact the final moments of Gaddafi in his once fortified palace, trying to choose what to take from his vast wealth as the rebels closed in. And the thought of Gaddafi legging it in his thick desert robes and cowboy boots really made me laugh.
Flushing out a tyrant like Gaddafi was good for Libya and sends a clear message to all sit-tight despots who foolishly think that they can suppress their people until the end of time.
Gaddafi had ruled Libya with an iron fist since he seized power in a 1969 coup. Students were forced to study his political theories, as set out in his Green Book. Political parties were banned and his critics imprisoned, tortured and on some occasions killed.