23-29 July 1992 - 23-29 July 2017: Assassination of Tavio Ayao Amorin, 25 years already. Commemoration and tributes of the MO5

23-29 July 1992 - 23-29 July 2017: Assassination of Tavio Ayao Amorin, 25 years already. Commemoration and tributes of the MO5.
"I sowed seeds, and they will inevitably sprout."
Kwame Nkrumah

On this anniversary of your cruel disappearance, the Togolese people and especially your friends and companions in the struggle of the Patriotic Movement of 5 October (MO5) want to express gratitude and give you a heartfelt tribute. Our thoughts go to your family, your only son Eugenio. An ever-present patriot, nationalist and pan-Africanist to the bottom of your soul, you will remain a model for our people and especially for its youth.

Comrade Tavio, you have marked the MO5 with an indelible imprint. For us who carry before history the terrible burden of annihilating the dictatorship on the land of our forefathers, we make an oath, before your memory, to continue effectively the combat without boasting.

You left us when we had the most need of you. You are gone but your memory remains alive in our hearts. Even your enemies, the enemies of the people, are grateful to you for your courage, your intelligence and your political commitment to the people.


We want to seize the opportunity of this 25th anniversary to tell you that the seed, your seed will inevitably germinate. He will push for the good and happiness of all the Togolese. And it is one day that all, from north to south, from east to west, civil and military, we will piously and victoriously incline to your burial.

Comrade Octave Tobias Tavio Ayao Amorin, the MO5 greets you! Receive this acrostic as a libation:

Tavio, your life remains an example of struggle
With you the MO5 was born
Sure value of Togolese youth
Unforgettable and immortal is your name
Waves will be your ideas

Lovers of noble causes
Model for Pan-African Youth
Goldsmith of the Gold of Mankind
Nothing will make you forget
Undeniable is your aura about us
We will win because our cause is just!


Brussels, 23 July 2017
Eloi Koussawo, General Coordinator of MO5.
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TAVIO AMORIN HAD A SCEPTER BY HAND


"I prefer their story rather than their praise, for the dead are nothing but what is useful to the living: truth and righteousness."
Condorcet

The assassination of Tavio Amorin is more than a national drama. It is an inestimable loss for a young nation like Togo which needs more than the talent and commitment of its sons. Mostly gifted.

For these companions and for those who approached him, Tavio was simply born to lead and point the way.

Indeed, 25 years ago day by day, the whole nation had woken up under the shock wave that the media and word-of-mouth have brought about as soon as the cowardly and cruel machine-gun attack was announced Has mowed this companion. It was an act of high barbarism, commanded by the enemies of the Togolese people, the assassins of liberty: Eyadéma and his followers.


Be that as it may, the hands that executed this young man of exceptional stature are known: Boukpessi and Karéwé. The Togolese people are waiting for the day of truth and justice.

In these days of remembrance, the MO5, which owes its compact and striking name to the intelligence and inventive spirit of this regretted co-founder, invites the entire nation to pray fervently for the repose of his soul.

The MO5 renews its homage to the illustrious companion and proposes to the readers this biography titled TAVIO, COMME A METEORE, published 25 years ago by a talented Togolese journalist: Léopold Ayivi who himself, ironically, The murderous bullets of Eyadéma's clan killers and clan.

Tavio was born in 1958, when the struggle for independence was in full swing. His father, Carlos Amorin, at that time agent of the UAC, was engaged in this struggle alongside Sylvanus Olympio and others like Firmin Abalo, Michel Folly ... From his mother, Adoline born Goeh-Akué, birth trader, but Formerly cashier at the BCEAO, Tavio was the first boy and the last child after his three sisters: Sophie, Henriane and Chantal.


Tavio spent his childhood in Anagokomé in the family house, home Amorin, located Avenue Thiers at the time. It was a large house which, during the great holidays, managed to gather about fifty children. This framework enabled him to develop team spirit and cultivate tolerance.

He spent his first years at the Catholic School of Kokétimé. It was in 1964 when he was admitted to day care. He followed the normal course until the second grade, where he obtained his CEPE with honors, in 1970, when he began his secondary studies at the college of Saint Joseph.


A very good student

Tavio was a very good student, always ranked among the first. He was the potache we liked. Except he wrote like a ... crab. And he kept this caligraphy extremely nervous, until adulthood.

Football was his violin of ingres. It almost cost him his life. It was in 1969 in Kokétimé, where he had been a student a few years earlier. The party was bitter, as it was known to deliver at that age. On an aerial bullet, two heads collide. That of Tavio, doubtless more fragile, began to swell by sight. A doctor was called by his bedside. The doctor was a certain Dr. Marc Attidepe.

Since returning from exile, every Saturday afternoon, he returned to the Catholic school of Kokétimé to relive the atmosphere of his childhood. His other great passion was the comics. He always read Akim, Blek the Rock, Nevada, Captain Swimg, Piscou, and followed Tintin and Snowy in all their peregrinations. Even become a politician, he does not disdain to borrow the comics of his nephews.


This only son, the only boy among three daughters, had not been pampered by his mother. His education was quite Spartan, as the petty bourgeoisie of the time knew how to give to its offspring. If Tavio were to be guilty of a few minor misdeeds, he would be spanked and slapped like everybody else. His mother forced him to wash his clothes himself. And if he refused to obey, he was simply deprived of the next meal.

After his baccalauréat at the college Saint Joseph in 1977, (mention well), he leaves in France, in Poitiers. Two years later he went up to Paris, saying that he was fed up with the province, Poitiers and his physical math. He remained in Paris where he studied computer science and organization: Several internships, one of which was at Matra, the French firm, helped sharpen his weapons.

He knew how to "get by" as they say. He is inventive and imaginative. Witness, this story that French viewers remember for having learned about FR3, one of the French channels. To round off his end of the month, a Togolese student named Tavio Amorin had set up a small business quite surprising of simplicity and originality: he had made an announcement, had made a file. The guests called to tell him the time they would like to have their croissants for breakfast. Tavio then ordered the baker, handed over the croissants, and palpated the cake in the form of refunds and gratuities. This initiative won him the honors of the third French channel on a youth program.


He then worked with tropical importers as purchasing manager. When he decides to return to Africa, it is through this channel that he is sent to Abidjan.

He could not have returned to Togo for political reasons. On vacation in Togo in 1980, and considering his family ties to Francisco Lawson, himself in exile, he had to leave with a senior army officer stationed in Kara, who had threatened His place: "wherever you are, we will find you". As a result of this incident, he did not return to Togo until the proclamation of the amnesty law in 1991. In the meantime, he obtained political refugee status in France, but never French nationality, contrary to what many believe.



Admirer of Nkrumah

For his age, he had a remarkable political culture. It was because he never did things in half. Although he did not study law, he became interested in the juridical and the political. His political training is a bookish faith and received "on the job" with the youths of the French Communist Party, then with the youths of the French Socialist party, trend Jean-Pierre Chevènement.

Tavio, a great admirer of Kwame Nkrumah, George Padmore, Marcus Garvey, and all the great figures of the Pan-African movement, considered that the most serious offense against Africa was the balkanization of the continent. Hence his boundless admiration for those who in his eyes appear to be the pioneers of African unity.

Between the father and the son, the relations were those that could exist between two beings who considered each other and half understood each other. And if the Spartan education mentioned above did not allow too much familiarity between the father and the son, Tavio, by dint of having remained constantly in the wake of his father, to smell and to soak Of his perfume, ended up identifying himself totally with this courageous and generous patriot.

At his mother's place, Tavio nurtured a real veneration. Mother and son, however, were so far from understanding each other perfectly on all subjects. Maman Tavio did not like his son's pronounced taste for politics. She missed no opportunity to make him understand. She claimed her right to expect her son to start a genuine career, found a home and "full of little ones."

But for the son, politics was above everything and passed first and foremost. From the beginning of the democratic renewal, and from her son's participation in the work of the sovereign national conference, the mother was very afraid for him. She was convinced that politics was a dangerous game and that Tavio should not get involved in all this. Unfortunately for the son, fate was cast, fate had set in motion. The child was caught up in the impetuous flood of irresistible currents that led Togo to democracy. Tavio was with all his being, with all his soul, plunged in the democratic fever that ended up consuming him.


Premonition

On Wednesday, on the eve of the assassination attempt, he was visiting his mother. He returned Monday from a mission in Damascus (Syria) and it was the first time since his return from mission that the mother was seeing her child again. She stared at him for a long time. The sudden intensity of his maternal gaze did not fail to intrigue the son who remarked: "But you look at me all the time! (...) It hurts me because one day we are going to assassinate me. And your pain ... No, I do not dare think of what your pain will be. "

The next day, the prophecy was fulfilled. Tavio fell under the bullets of his assassin.

The mother had suffered greatly morally from the dangers and enormous risks of life that had chosen to live her son. After 3 December 1991, Tavio had gone into exile in Cotonou. He returned to Lome for a meeting of the High Council of the Republic. His mother, seeing him at home, failed to fall into the apples. It was a great shock to her. She had been relieved to see him leave for exile. And here Tavio came back ..


Since he returned to Togo, he had never protected himself. He did not even have a bullet-proof vest. He did not have a weapon. He said, "Even if I took bodyguards, if that was to happen, it was those same guards who would shoot me." But when he returned from the trip on Monday, he was a bit more corpulent than usual He was wearing a bullet-proof vest and said, "That's what I brought back to protect me." He had his waistcoat on Monday, and on Wednesday he did not wear it. And it was precisely that day that the bullets cut him.

Tino Agbélenko Doglo



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TO THE MEMORY OF TAVIO AMORIN: THE MO5 RECOGNIZING

"Only live the dead whose name is sung."
L. S. Senghor


It is 25 years since the Togolese dictatorship armed arms to rob you of our affection. Comrade Tavio, the MO5 remains an orphan of your tragic disappearance; But you know that death is a beginning. A majestic figure of youth, you will never be forgotten! Yesterday as today, many voices rise to pay homage to you, who gave the name MO5 to our Movement.

Let us take up here as a testimony the homage that Monsignor Dovi Ndanu gave you a few years ago:


"Precious is death that buys life at the price of shed blood!"

"My dear Tavio, allow your former Director and professor at St. Joseph's College to bring his jewel to the crown of glory that now hangs your head as a glorious young martyr of Togolese nascent democracy.

In the years 1971-1977, you were already a decided, brilliant young man who had rigor in the work that showed a sense of responsibility in an outbreak. Years and promotions in the life of a college that shine its branding, gild the coats of arms and do great honor to the establishment. I think of this illustrious promotion of the year 1976-1977 and in particular this class of Terminale C where you shone like a star among others, and where have given as appointments aspiring geniuses so to speak. And I also remember those catechesis classes where you showed your worship of truth, your high sense of freedom and your respect for others as others. It did not surprise me, therefore, that you were admitted to the Grandes Ecoles des Ponts et Chaussées and other high-level studies. Your imaginative and inventive spirit has allowed you to have many strings to your bow. You demonstrated your socio-political, legal and economic culture at the Sovereign National Conference.




Yes, it was at the Sovereign National Conference that you were distinguished and nobody was mistaken about your radiant future. Your intelligent and pertinent interventions, of vigor and rigor, shook everyone in the Fasao room. Your analyzes of extraordinary acuteness and your uncompromising diagnoses stunned everyone. You are in the ranks of the so-called "extremists", but you had to admit that you were not one of those who got their hands dirty and wanted the truth and nothing but the truth. One felt in your words this love of the African people, of your Togolese people and you wanted a better tomorrow, but planned, stripped of all compromise; A day of justice, truth, love, and true peace.

I remember! In the hall Fasao, at the end of one of the first assizes, you met me in the corridors and between two breaks; And you say to me: "Father, Director, do you recognize me? You have made us what we are today." My humility as a Director and a college professor had taken a blow. But I was proud! Proud of you!


Yes, I recognized you in your courageous and generous dedication. Young man, all of a piece, and who does nothing by halves. A young man convinced of the nobility of the cause he defends: you wanted a new, prosperous, truly democratic Togo of an authentic democracy. You were suffering from the fact that people did not know what they were saying and doing. You want all aspects of this Togolese revival to be well understood and in all dimensions. You confided to me one morning, two weeks before the bombing that cost you your life, in the hall of the Palais des Congrès, your disavowal that certain discussions in the UNHCR were too legistic and did not sufficiently consider the political aspects .




Your determination to give birth to a true democracy without burr in Togo, will cost the sacrifice of your life. With all your being, with all your soul, with all your strength, you have plunged into that fever of democracy that has finally consumed you. On Thursday, July 23, 1992, that very night I was giving a lecture on our Sovereign National Conference to the Benedictine monks in their convent in Encalcat in the South of France in Tarn. At that very hour you fell under the wicked bullets of your cowardly and perverse assassin.

Tavio, you lived like someone who wanted nothing, expected nothing, aspired to nothing but freedom for Togo, a freedom generating peace and prosperity. Tavio, you join the phalanx of those who shed their blood so that the democratic process ends up in Togo. Against this background of noble witnesses, your countenance proves to be eminent in youth and in the future. In you we grasp the harsh secret of the grain that dies, the shed blood, the conquering love, and that cross that raises us up.


"If hope has made you walk
More than your fear,
You will have your eyes raised.
Then you can
Until the sun of God "

"Happy who gives without counting
Up to his own flesh!
He finds in God his freedom,
Face open. "

Adieu Tavio, you will grow like a mustard seed!

Bishop Dovi Ndanu "


Brussels, 23 July 2017.
Eloi Koussawo, MO5



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MO5: COMMEMORATIVE PROGRAM FOR THE 25 YEARS OF THE TAVIO AMORIN ASSASSINATION
Tavio Ayao Amorin was briefly attacked on 23 July 1992 by Eyadéma Gnassingbé's henchmen and officially declared dead on 29 July of the same year. He was a founding member of the Patriotic Movement of 5 October. To commemorate the 25 years of its murder, the MO5 organizes a series of events following the following program:

TOGO (Lomé): Sunday, July 23, 2017 at 8:00 am: Mass in the Catholic Church of Saint Augustine d'Amoutivé for the rest of the soul of Tavio Amorin, and all the martyrs of Togo.
. TOGO (Lomé): Saturday, July 29, 2017 at 9:00 am: Deposit of flowers at the tomb of Tavio Amorin in the cemetery of the beach (Adawlato).



. FRANCE (Lyon): Friday, July 28, 2017 at 14:00: Prayers at the Great Mosque (146, Bd Pinel) for the rest of the souls of the victims of the Togolese dictatorship.


. BELGIUM (Tubize): Sunday, July 23, 2017 at 10:00 am Mass in the church of Sainte Gertrude (Grand'Place) for the rest of the soul of Tavio Amorin and all the martyrs of Togo.


Eloi Koussawo, General Coordinator of MO5.