True Ease in Writing comes from Art, not Chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. - Alexander Pope

War

Dec 07, 2012

Red Black Nonsense - And then I married another

We all had dreams growing up. I can remember once telling my parents that I wanted to be a “fireman”. As fate would have it, when I got myself lost as a child, I was picked up by a kind policewoman and taken to the Bakau Fire Station where I munched on some memorable “gerrteh saaf” as I waited for my parents to pick me up in the old red LADA. I met a young man aged thirteen a while ago and I asked him what he wanted to be when he grows up. The young man looked at me dead in the eye and told me he wanted to be a “rich man” with four wives and many children. At first I thought he was joking and then as I looked at him even closer, I could see the excitement swell up in his ears as if he had just won the lottery. This young man wanted to be a “career polygamist”!

It took me three weeks to finally start writing about this.

Oct 11, 2012

A Mother's Plea

 

Dear Son,

I’ll tell you a story. I beg not for your pity, nor do I wish to see you angry after hearing it. See, I have watched you grow from a distance, turning into a fine young man. The apple surely does not fall far from the tree. I watched as you went through our traditional rites of passage, wishing I were near you, to provide the love and comfort only mothers are wont to give. I noticed your eyes grow cloudy and your heart heavy, as you watched your mates run into the safe arms of their mothers.

Jul 13, 2012

Red Black Nonsense - Of Broken Tongues

Our continent, over decades uncountable has been taken over by wars of many forms. It is a reality we have been born into and one which we have grown to accept. From tribal conflicts to religious to regional, we have allowed the Lords of War to capitalize on the hunger of our people and the inefficiencies of our governments to create such an environment that breeds crime which in turn breeds unrest. Since my mind reached such maturity that could acknowledge this reality, it has been one war after another with the hope every few years that things would get back to normal. Where civil unrest in The Gambia has been almost non-existent (touch wood) our land over the last few years has been taken over by another war...of words and ideologies.

When I look at our dear nation what exactly do I see? I see a different time from now when Kings ruled our soils and different families fought for control over lands that had little to offer, if not for anything but for ego.

Apr 04, 2012

Black Red Nonsense - Freedom of Naivety

 

Over the last couple of weeks, my essays have touched on touchy (or should I say sensitive?) subjects that people always think about yet feel too Gambian to talk about publicly. I believe it is a thing borne of a culture that has taught us to stay silent until spoken to. The only problem is, someone has to speak for another to be spoken to; I am sure you get my drift. If you have not seen it after a second read, don’t worry for it has very little essence in this mixture of words and lines. As I was saying, until I allowed myself to drift off (It is a generational thing – the fact that we cannot really focus on any one thing for too long a time), we have inherited a culture which does not tolerate free speech so much so that when we speak, we do it out of turn and sound abusive.

I manage a very vibrant forum with some friends and we call it the Balafong forum.

Some Thoughts on Gambia

Just got back from Gambia, and I wanted to put my thoughts concerning the country down - they are still in a protean form, evolving as I come to understand the country more, so please bear with me.

 
I have always been fascinated by the myth of the prophet, the man who in his time lays the foundations of a new religion. I began first by reading about Serign Touba. His life: how at an early age he had an awakening, to the way of the Prophet Muhammed, setting out to learn as much about Islam as he could, at the feet of many a Sheikh in the region. I was struck by his ambition, and the depth of his vision. He established a village and ran it according to strict principles, his disciples working hard to gain baraka in the current world as currency in the afterlife. His chosen way - the way of Islam, the way of the Prophet - informing his every action and decision, and setting the structure for the new world order he attempted to create for his people.

Nov 20, 2011

Nigeria: A Scattered Travel Log (Part 2)

 

 

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On Reading: A Letter to my Friend


Dear Sheriff,

The importance of reading has for long occupied my mind. And the more I think about it the more its importance takes a greater dimension in my thoughts.

Apr 28, 2011

A Mystery

 

These are the facts of the case. Tijan was not a very popular man, it was true. His weekly column in the papers was a searing look into the behavior of the powers that be, and people did not love him for it. No one was safe from the wandering wrath of his pen - from the highest civil servant to the lowliest cleaning lady. At home he ruled with an iron fist - prone to bouts of temper and both verbal and physical abuse of his wife and children. If the maid made the smallest of noises during his afternoon siesta - his office was near his house - he would wake up screaming at the poor girl until all the neighbors could hear him, calling her a good-for-nothing and a disgrace while she listened, scowling, too afraid to turn her back on him.
 
His wife, Jama, was a tall slender woman, her body all angles and sharp corners. She was so tall she stooped when she walked.

Feb 18, 2011

The Forgotten Generation

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.

Politics, Philosophy and Phasebook

Now, a topic as broad as this one would require a book of many volumes, but I shall attempt to compress my thoughts in as few words as possible, hopefully limiting myself to my usual 2 A4 sized papers.