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What happened to Banjul? – My Story

 

Banjul was never a beautiful city, but it had character and charm. The architecture was poor, but the atmosphere was magnificent. It was dark half the time at night (GUC), but it had a bright spirit. Banjul was fun!

 

During the colonial era, Banjul was relatively clean and well maintained. The Board of Health (aka bodorfell) that was set up had strict health codes that were regularly enforced. Health inspectors routinely inspected homes, and fines were handed out to those who were found to be in violation. Inspectors were general unforgiving, and that forced Waa Banjul to be on their “cleaning toes” at all times. Nervousness filled the air in every home, as home inspections drew near. Even drinking water stored in “Ndals” were inspected, and the "Kamas" too. The inspections were thorough and the sanctions were stiff. Waa Banjul definitely had a legitimate reason to be nervous.

Jul 20, 2012

Red Black Nonsense - Taal len lampa yi wai

You see friends, over 200 years ago, a journey began with the creation of the Systéme International d'Unités (SI)  by French physicist Andrè-Maire Ampére whose last name is one of the most prominent for any person interested in Science and most importantly Physics. This journey which started then was one which saw the creation, dumping and recreation of ideas and concepts, theories and formulae that would eventually lead to the production and eventual commercial use of what we call electricity. It must however be realised that the research and steps of development that led to the harnessing of energy for electricity happened with the collective collaboration of researchers, governments and entrepreneurs; each playing their own part in the game of discovery and development.

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He walks into the garden and I know it is him
I wonder if the 'butterflies in my tummy' are late
I know it is him, but where was all the excitement and nervous flutter I was told to expect
Then he spots me and I wonder if my butterflies had migrated to his tummy
He was tall, dark and handsome
Eyes like white almonds
Cheekbones set high and finely chiseled
Red lips so conspicuous on his dark face
Shoulders square, chest broad, arms so strong and perfect.
I longed for the moment when they would gather me like flowers
And hold my head to that chest.

Apr 07, 2008

The Gambian Cellphone Wars: Part 1

In the beginning, there were no cellphones.

Back then, the only way to talk to someone was either on a land-phone, yelling at them through the fence that separated you (if you were neighbors), or walking - running if they owed you money - over to their house. (If they were mobile at this time then you were pretty much out of luck - you did this complicated thing where you first called their house, then their grandmother's house, then their best friend's, then their girlfriend's, each time just missing them, until you gave up and just went out on the streets to see if maybe you could meet them face to face).