The Gambia is its river…narrow, long and beautiful. When in 1455 portuguese explorers banked on our shores, we were not The Gambia, but a river as beautiful as it was navigable. We were a route that served an end. We did not have gold, or diamonds – or so we are told – but what we had was the one thing that was necessary for the stealing and smuggling of West Africa’s vast natural resources and that was the river.
The two warring, rival European nations –France and Great Britain – are again drawn in by the river and a people that share a culture, a history and an identity are set on due to the strategic, interesting positions of their rivers and the efficiency of their navigation. There is no interest to develop our lands, educate our peoples or feed our hungry. They are not here for the people but rather for our river.
But then, the physique of our people becomes an added resource.