Mauritania has been facing a political crisis and on Monday 48 MPs walked out on the ruling party less than two weeks after a vote of no confidence in the government prompted a cabinet reshuffle.
Renegade lawmakers criticised Abdallahi's exercise of "personal power", adding that he had "disappointed the hopes of Mauritanians," a spokesman for the group said on Monday.
The coup was apparently triggered when Abdallahi moved to replace generals accused of stirring up the political crisis. ...
Recently, [the Mauritanian Parliament] tried to call a special session of parliament to create a commission to investigate the country's response to the rising cost of living, and also the financing of a foundation run by the president's wife.
Less well-publicized was the government's "snail-paced response" to the terrorist attack. This contributed to President Abdallahi's decision to appoint a new Prime Minister, Yahya Ould Ahmed El Waghef. But a new crisis erupted around the new government when the largest opposition party in Parliament claimed that "more than 90 percent of petroleum revenues are being spent without leading to any positive effect on the livelihood of Mauritanian citizens."
What will happen now to Mauritania's latest attempt at ending their deep-rooted tradition of slavery? How can there be such immense social change when the foundations of the nation remain as unstable as the shifting sand dunes so common to that region? How deep can their society's commitment be to ending bondage, when the Teacher whose advice they follow himself owned slaves?
In the interests, perhaps, of simplifying a complicated story, Mauritania's lingering chains to slavery seem left behind in today's news coverage of that nation's military coup. While regrettable, it's understandable that in the rush to spread breaking news the media accounts leave out the sad truth that there still exist mothers giving birth to new-born babes who are owned, like farm animals, by other human beings... that in at least one part of the world, the breath of new life continues to be imprisoned by old bonds forged from old ideas, reminding us of the bitter truth that some things just never change: news, like history, reveals that human existence tends to consist of misery shackled to cruelty.
The story also reminds us how revolutionary it is to be an optimist; to observe the common suffering and yet still choose to live in hope that each person may someday recognize the bonds that we share in common, still believing we may yet learn to look beyond the physical shells toiling our earth and finally see the possible souls resting within. For no matter how different we may be on the outside, there will always be some one thing we shall hold in common, on the inside, something so hard to imagine that we can spend our life learning to see it.
At least, that's what our Teacher tried to teach us to believe...