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MoHERST Explores Support Strategies for Seedou Susso’s Educational Journey

June 4, 2025

MoHERST Explores Support Strategies for Seedou Susso’s Educational Journey

Earlier today, we had a successful meeting with the Ministry of Higher Education (MoHERST). A brief discussion was centered on Seedou Susso and how he could be supported throughout his educational career.

The meeting was chaired by the permanent secretary of (MoHerst)and representatives from other departments were present. Upon listening to Seedou elder brother about their family struggles. We learn that their father is late, and the elder brother is not financially strong enough to continue with his educational career at the UTG.

Despite all these challenges, Seedou became very determined and continued to support his mother with the little earnings from the workshop. The most impressive part of it, Seedou, does not only make helicopters but even Bluetooth speakers. Which was later connected to a phone, and it went loud and clear.

The Honourable Minister Pierre Gomez immediately gave an instruction to his elder brother to bring his transcripts for a fully funded scholarship. It was the best moment of this meeting, which revitalized the spirit of his elder brother.

The minister stretched more on Seedou’s career, and he stressed that it would be fully cared because he needs proper guidance to achieve his lifetime career. He has an ultimate commitment within his capacity to ensure that he would be guided by USET and expressed gratitude to be the first of its kind to have such a young boy with wonderful skills.

There shall be a pitching in which he was identified and would be given a table to showcase his talent. That makes this role significant as part of national development to ensure that young people with talent are given the required opportunities. On behalf of the Ministry, the permanent secretary has thanked the Tanji online media for sharing the story of Seedou. And I added that this would go a long way into our historic moments.

Furthermore, his team has emphasized greatly on nurturing such young individuals. They have given assurance to help Seedou achieve his dreams. In sha Allah. Congratulations to the Government of the Gambia, and a special thank-you goes to Hon. Minister Pierre Gomez for his leadership visions and commitment to support brilliant students who are struggling with financial burdens.

He’s a father figure per excellence, and Gambians are truly lucky to have him in this sector. I, personally, said, “Thank you for raising the flag of our nation, Higher, For the Gambia ever true.” An example for all the ministers in this country to learn from, such a humble and visionary person that belief and acts upon nationalism. His pragmatic leadership style is commendable and should be emulated by civil servants. Author Saffiatou

Hon. Pierre Gomez Drame Habibatou Tanji Online TV-Channel Ministry of Higher Education,Research Science and Technology.

Poetry
1 min read

A curse within

November 27, 2024

A curse within

There’s a razor of regress within me
That hates how happy other men may be
It search every part of these men
To cut from their destiny what may
How it resides with power, with consistency
in me seems it wants to stay

I sharpen it’s every edge whenever I hate
And lubricate it with grease of envy
As I grow, it grows with my age
And feed on my personal progress
Anytime I hate, part of me is eaten

There’s a razor within me
Turning me evil
It hates whenever others smile
But rejoice as their dreams die
I looked at the world and say:
I am the only man worthy of success
To my heart, someone’s height is a torment

There’s a razor of regress within me
It eats me, equal my heart to my wishes
and give me what I intend.

Muhammed Korta
Tha Destined Poet ✍.

Poetry
3 min read

WE SMOKE WITHOUT FIRE (GAMBIA)

November 21, 2024

WE SMOKE WITHOUT FIRE (GAMBIA)

In the midst of curiosity, and confuse emotions, we smoke without fire. It’s the desperate selfish moves of our actions, that hindered the growth of our nations. Our commitments are lacking because our believes in change is just an expression. We have some people who make noise on social media but distance their hearts from the real stories. We are quick to show solidarity but lacking the energy to contribute. When issues that interest us affects our lives, we want everyone to take immediate actions.

We have some people that would push you, but they’re not mentally ready for the change. And when we go to the ballots box 🗳 we voted based on personal interest, not an individual with solutions to our crises. This is our motherland, whom many shouts about its sinking, but if we verify some people out, they’re either having personal bittersweet and haven’t built even a chicken house for its people. Our young men are matching out to the most deadly seas because of the marriage dowry fees and family pressures.

Opportunities are less for them to mount the household. But do you believe even with resources, our African people will stop the illegal migration? Since the theme of our mentalities haven’t changed, then never expect our environment to breathe that freedom.

In the world where Isra@el has forcefully attack Ga@za, while the world leaders are watching in a television. In a household where a beggar has been watched to suffer, the taxpayers struggled to pay their duties and the heartless holders are the ones being full of praises. It’s in the Gambia, that some people would probably gossip your brilliant work and hug you in the public. The moment that you distance yourself, you’re obliged with fake smiles.

My Gambia would approach you in dare situations, but within seconds of your rejection, the individual have forgotten your sweats. A polluted mind full of negativity, eyesight being glued with shortness and baseless arguments, whereas our fighting is secured with personal vendetta. Where our loved for this nation is an act of opportunistic seeking. How do you expect for us to redeem with one voice? We all know the nation’s problems but ignored the maintenance of the cost. Let me pet my generation with new ideas.

Match us towards goodness thinking and have a belief in their quests and missions. Let me thank my ancestors, for given us such a beautiful landscape, with an evergreen mangrove. Above sea level, the mouth of River Gambia banks to Futa Jalang Highland. Let me remind you our beautiful Tilapia fishes. Good for Benachin, Domoda or Okra soup.

The twinkle smiles of our people, the smiling coast of West Africa. I shall never rest, I shall never relent, I shall rebound, and I shall write to the last breath of my pen. Attitude change is our main concern. Join us on the 14th of December 2024.

We will organize the biggest intellectual convention conference, mount to review and revisit our behaviours. We need the support of everyone to make this event a success. Official launching of the Zero Waste Project. “OUR ENVIRONMENT, OUR FUTURE.”

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Poetry
2 min read

ZERO WASTE INITIATIVE PROTECT

November 10, 2024

ZERO WASTE INITIATIVE PROTECT

This issue should be our personal responsibility. How do we feel after throwing trash or litter on the streets? And do we understand the environmental consequences? Gambia, as far as our streets are dirty, we are not ready for anything close to change. We struggle to keep our compounds clean, but our streets turn to be a dumping ground. It is a bad mentality or mindset that some of us have been embracing such attitude.

Our behavior’s play an influential role in our environments. When the environment is dirty, it can spread diseases, viruses, and parasites through direct or indirect contact. Listening is not just an ability but it comes with discipline. Keeping our environment clean, should be part of our daily discipline activities. Not maintaining it significantly shows our lack of understanding towards public health. All these stimulus outstripping attitudes contributed directly to our lack of enthusiasm and support towards the environment.

As the President of the Standstill Organization, The Gambia ,we are mentally and fully ready to lead this project and it’s open for all the youths in the Gambia. If you wish to join us in this initiative, sensitisation and cleaning exercises, kindly fill the form below. We will announce the date of the launching very soon In sha Allah. We thank you all for empowering this project and can’t wait for us to begin our work In sha Allah. Please share with friends that are interested to be part of our team.

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“KINGSHIP OF EVIL” by Saffiatou Joof.
Book Publication
15 min read

“KINGSHIP OF EVIL” by Saffiatou Joof.

“KINGSHIP OF EVIL” by Saffiatou Joof.
September 13, 2024

“KINGSHIP OF EVIL” by Saffiatou Joof.

#BookNovelSeason

#PROLOGUE

The Kingship of evil: Corruption, kidnapping, cruelty, and ultimately gang violence.
Amie Njie came to struggle in the hard way, she was the maid at the president palace, got male twins (Van and Eve) who were born out of wedlock and immediately sold to a different parent who had been hidden from the public. Fanta adopted the babies that knows less about their roots, the two brothers took a journey to find out the truth. The president’s palace would crash and Betty knows their secrets. The twin brothers would grow up to be soldiers, but later, Van with his only brother, Eve, will become bloody.

KINGSHIP OF EVIL
episode 1

THE PRESIDENT PALACE

It’s exactly 3:00 am, when Amie requested to visit the restroom. She was sweating profusely with a lot of pressure on her abdomen. In a pool of blood, the contraction began. Attach at the gate, her bodyguard stands steadily with his assault rifles AK47 well armed. The old woman who hosted Amie during the difficult moments look at her emotionally as she was very young and don’t understand what to do with her pregnancy.

Amie came from a very humble background, she lost her both parents, adopted as a young girl by a pirate Caribbean white man that travels across Africa. She knows nothing about her roots. And having that opportunity to work at the palace was among her dreams. But her biggest mistake was when she trusted a woman who works very innocently into the palace.

She usually dresses up in her tall beautiful apron, she is slime with her pointed nose, sparkling African lips, her waist was very seductive, dark in complexion and has that shinny blunt hair. And it’s very difficult to see her in tears, she has that beautiful attractive smiles that could light up a dark room.

The woman she trusted her life is a big mafia. She came from Mexico, born in the Gambia and brought up in Jamaica. A well-educated woman, whom nobody argues about her richness and had her special apartments in the Gambia, while some people rumored that she sells good yams and coconuts (cocaine cracks).

The kingship of evil has been divided into sections within the palace, and each member has a gang that works in a triangle format, but the main palace is in Nigeria.

Previously,
THE KINGSHIP OF EVIL

episode 2
THE SOLDIERS

The soldiers at the camp have heard of the attacks from the palace. They claimed that there are groups of soldiers that had staged a coup d’eta. The telephone rang, one of Amie’s cousins was called by a particular state guard to tune the state TV and he informed her that Amie was nowhere to be seen.

“ I am nervous that she might be murdered during the attack instead I have limited time to talk and currently on state duty. Please don’t call back this number “, he said.

The international press took the news,

“ Good morning from the BBC. There was an attacked at the main palace of Nigeria by some groups of soldiers and currently people are panics over the heavy gun fires.
We understand that Mali has been sending warnings to the soldiers for them to be on standby and guard their territory. Tensions are really high, but we are monitoring the situations. We contacted Lamin, a reporter from the Gambia, to give us news briefing because he was at the palace conducting interviews with the President before the shooting started”.

“It’s exactly 11 hundred hours, when the soldiers attacked the camp and brought down some snipers on the top pavilion,” Lamin reported.

“The commander in chief is monitory the situations as they patrol with their heavy weaponry machines. As we speak, the President went to his underground bunker and there are arrangements on the way to update the public what had really happened and how many soldiers are being captured,” Lamin choke a bit.

“ Besides, the silence has indicated a terrific atmosphere and the entire country has been stage on Coffee time. While in the other part of the country, there are special forces, that are well-trained by the president, and they have arrested some soldiers in connection to the Coup. They begged and claimed of being completely clean, but people rumored that one of them was found death with his wife on the bed. These are developing stories” he said with sadness.

“As the president was preparing to give his speech, he collapsed from the podium and the whole situation got worse. A protocol among the bodyguards did that move because he knew that the letter was poisoned. And if he inhales it, that’s over for him. The telephone lines were tapestry busy and the control room was messy”, the reporter told the BBC news anchor.

Betty, whom Amie has really trusted with her life, appears to take up the responsibilities. She moves the guards and ordered the vice president to have a special chat with her. The vice president responded that we can’t talk here when our president is currently sick, we need to set up a cabinet meeting and find out the issues. Who is betraying us? He nodded his head and went out.

Betty was a very brave, smart and intelligent woman who runs many cartels farms.
The idea was to murder the president, but it has failed. She must try to discredit the aims of the investigation team or else she would be arrested and executed.

Preciously the kingship of Evil.
episode 3

THE DETECTIVE UNRAVEL THE CRIME SCENE

His name is William, an honest detective known for his commitment and seriousness. He mistakenly step on Betty’s toes. “ Oh, you hurt me so badly”, said Betty. William replied, “ I’m sorry young beautiful woman”. This is her usual means of strategies to distract William and gaining his attention.

She spreads her hands and said, “but that’s fine , how may I help you ?“.
As William steadily and quickly responded, “watch your back when walking young woman “.

They exchanged greetings nicely and proceeded. Betty kept walking ahead and then slowly turned into a private room. William walked through the next door to talk to the security for access to the private room of the president who was in bad condition.

“I was informed sir, there aren’t entry point or access”, the guard replied and nodded his head. William was able to convince him, then he kindly called for Deddy to accompany him at the private room discussion.

“ Did you met with Betty? She was ever since acting suspicious, and I want you to invite her for an interview “, Deddy emphasizes to William for Betty to be arrested and sent for questioning. He never trusted Betty because he believed that she has that nasty behavior and leave a lavish lifestyle.

“Well, it would be very difficult for now because she is handling an important role in this investigation, our focused should be the bodyguards of the president, how did they handle that paper? Until it gets to the desk of the president without any surveillance detecting it.

I heard that the security team have checked all the cameras and no evidence was found. Then, we must take our time before arresting them for questioning ”, said William.

The news spread like wildfire, and everyone was waiting for the press released from the palace. Some are complaining, others are nervous. Family’s started calling each other asking if the president was death or alive. William drove 300 miles to get to one of the closest protocols of the president. Whose story was shocking?

In surprising turn of events, William saw a young boy coming at the house of the late protocol and greeted him. He called him and said,“ what’ s your name and who’s your father? “.

The little boy hugged him, and replied, “my dad was murdered during a firing quad and my mother was left with two of us at the house, I went out to buy bread for my brother”. Then tears rolled down on his cheeks. It appears that the little boy recognized William quickly.

The boy was named after Abdul, the great prince of Fema. He seems very calm and sad. They walked with the boy to the house and advised him to stop loitering around because some areas in Nigeria are filled with rich people and the distance of their house are far apart from each other. At times people would be kidnapped without anyone noticing.

A voice echoed, it was the detective teammates that called him out.
“ William, we need your intervention, you’re wasting more time out there ”.

And he assured, “I am coming, wait for a minute”. He wrote his telephone number and address and advised the boy to keep it. That someday, it might be useful.

The tales of terror occurred in the whole streets of Abuja, a small town known for gang’s notorious acts. The gangs have terrorized that area and from the car there comes the inspector general of police, Modou. Who gave instructions on the search for the missing person, that escape from the crime scenes? William questioned the identity and rushed with his team to the office. He found some members of the gang details were displayed for questioning. The guns, drugs and other items which were mark as exhibits.

THE DRESSING ROOM,
episode 4

Previously, the kingship of evil.

The room temperature was so high, Betty decided to undressed and take a rest for her next day at work. As she slammed her door and jumped on the bed. A sniper from the ceiling fly over her and requested some confidential documents. She has an idea about the documents but refused to speak.

“ You can kill me, I have no idea what you’re talking about, I drove miles away from the office of the president and I have no such things “Betty began begging for her life.

The sniper first gun shot came through over her head and hit the walls, she dived on to stray her gun and fired shots five times. That exploded the head of the sniper. She quickly pulled over his weapons and made a phone call.

“ They wanted to eliminate me, please rush right now and pick me at the KFC bus stops,“ Betty hangs up. Quickly took some items from her room and left her house.

As the steering wheels of her BMW made sounds from the district with perfect streetlights. Furiously arrived at the bus stop and couldn’t find her partner. Upon seeing him at a distance, she smiles and look very ready for the game. Detective Modou open the front door for her, and she boosted into speaking how disappointed and betrayed that she had felt. Her tears started dropping on her cheeks, while Modou keep his eyes on the street to avoid another terrible encounter.

“ I have sacrificed everything that I had to clean some wounds of chief, he got nothing to pay me, rather a well-organized stage murder, to wiped me out and tomorrow be the headline for the newspapers,” Betty breaks down and screams for Modou to stop the steering wheels of the car. Her tears rolling down on her chest.

Out of anger, and curiosity, detective Modou questioned her further, “Oh, you work for a company different from the office of the president.” She kept quiet for a while and asked him to shut up. “ Continue driving” she ordered.

They reach at their new hotel destination that detective Modou booked ahead. Woke up in the morning and took shower and went straight to office.

THE HACKING BUSINESS
Episode (5)

Previously, the kingship of evil.

“ That’s essentially impossible,” said Sonia after a reality check.
She troubleshooted to understand much about his computer that refused to load. Instead, called out for help. She doesn’t comprehend what Aswan wants to accomplish.

Aswan has that hacking skills and had obtained his Master’s degree in programming at the university of Harvard. But he likes to play around with women emotions.

Sonia had been warning him to change, but he doesn’t have that listening ability. The lady that he started moving with has downloaded some sensitive files from his laptop without his notice, and it appears that Sonia came inside the apartment unexpectedly.

She immediately stopped, walked outside to check the rooms. Everything seems quiet and simply, the parlor cottons window moved, and she senses that someone was here. She started calling his phone, but Aswan didn’t pick. Everything began to confused her.

“ Oh yes, why did you have to be here at this time of the night? I have being quite busy with my family issues and I went outside to get some fresh air. The park was very lively, and I wish that you were with us,” Aswan said.

In astonishing contrast looks of her face, Sonia paused, “wait a moment, do you know why I came here? In fact, I found your computer hacked, it seems someone was in your room.”

He ran to check out the details and saw all his important files were missing. Shocking that he was, he turned to Sonia to explain his recent experiences and ordeal with his girlfriend. Whom he met from the university of Harvard during his studies.

He told Sonia, “A month ago, I have been receiving her calls, that she was working at an enormous company but refused to answer details aside. Lets surprised her tomorrow. I know her addressed”.

Sonia suggested that they have to meet with their boss to explain their issues. They agreed on time while Aswan began to survey his laptop. Check all the areas that the individual was browsing and find out the files that are downloaded. Someone knows about their missions, and it’s all already bad for him because he might be fired.

“ I felt disappointed and flabbergasted, you cause all this drama to us, our boss won’t ever trust you again. You knew that I have a problem with Tailow, and I doubt if he would even help anymore in this case. Unless I offer him something to change his thoughts, you have to choose between maintaining our jobs or being fired”, Sonia scolded him and shouted into his ears. “I swear if you made me to lose my job, I will eliminate you,” she said.

Previously, The kingship of evil
episode 6

BANQUET PARTY

“ Do you know that Zambia has the most beautiful water falls in Africa, oh, I forgot the Zambezi River, very attractive for tourism. I can’t wait to watch them display their cultural settings. We must visit the urban beaches and explore more after our mission” said Betty. Modou didn’t agree with that, he swiftly said to her,“ You forget too soon, my only dream is to go back to The Gambia. It was my best experience. Their women are wonderful, the sun and beaches are compared to none. They’re the smiling coast of Africa”.

The morning looks bright in Zambia and the five-star hotels were fully booked, a beautiful place to spend the holiday with the family. It was summer and Sonia had to travel with Aswan for a business mission.

Modou and Betty were part of the invited guess. With the welcoming crowd of different representatives throughout Africa. It was the annual business conference of Africa and Zambia was the host country.

Government officials and dignitaries were all set for the great night. It was the kind of event that brought the tourism industry alive. The dinner night was hosted with laughter and enthusiasm of griots and guitarist. The sound of the balafong, as poets, made waves into the hall. The colorful looks of special African outfits, while Betty was on a different mission, a well-planned assassination to eliminate Robert, her boss.

She dresses majestically like a single lady on a chessboard. “You looked beautiful like a berry fruit,” said Modou. She smiled back and looked ahead towards the high table. The moment Sonia saw Betty, she rushed to the toilet to texts Aswan.

Aswan was smart when he decided to follow Sonia’s directions, and he said, “Betty is here and if she recognized you, everything that we have planned shall spoil, you’ve been her greatest rivals in this industry. We have to do certainly to distract her.”
After they have done their homework and get onboard to greet her.

A minute later, Betty felt furious and upset. As to why Aswan was looking at her intentionally. She said to Modou, “I don’t understand why his eyes are all set on me. Our mission must not fail and we have to report the next morning. I’m only waiting for Robert to appear, and it shows no sign that today didn’t look good on him.” Modou like to smile when Betty speaks because he knows her level of capability and decided to nod his head attractively.

As Robert entered the hallway. Betty at a distance stood up from her seat and greeted him. Aswan could felt the smile of hatred and anger in her. But revenge is a piercing peal of orange juice that she wasn’t in haste to execute. She waited to toast her glass in amusement.

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Poetry
2 min read

The Corruption Circus: How Ruling Elites Parade While the Nation Drowns

July 30, 2024

The Corruption Circus: How Ruling Elites Parade While the Nation Drowns

The opulent convoy of stretched Lincoln Navigators, their engines rumbling like a display of grandeur, parades with flags fluttering as though they were escorting a national hero. Yet, this parade is not for a savior but for a man who has become a symbol of exploitation and corruption. He is driven to his insulated sanctuary, a place where the harsh rains are but a distant memory and the desperate cries of the impoverished masses are muted. This man, cushioned by half-paved roads, travels in luxury, his comfort guaranteed by shock absorbers as complacent as his entourage—an assembly of sycophants who endorse his malfeasance, pilfer public funds, and inflict widespread suffering upon the citizens while showering him with hollow praise.

As he gazes through the tinted windows of his vehicle, the flooding communities below are nothing more than a distant spectacle, a mere backdrop to his journey. One might ask: does he even pause to consider the magnitude of their despair? The stark contrast between his insulated existence and the stark realities faced by the common people underscores a profound disconnect. In The Gambia, where political machinations perpetuate cycles of poverty and corruption, and where drug trafficking exploits the vulnerable, the ruling elite remain detached from the suffering they perpetuate.

This detachment extends beyond mere indifference; it reflects a deep-seated disregard for the plight of the nation. While the political elite revel in their opulence and secure their positions of power, the people are left to navigate the treacherous waters of economic hardship and systemic neglect. The rampant drug trade further exacerbates the suffering, contributing to a spiral of addiction and crime that erodes the fabric of society. And amid this turmoil, the leaders remain insulated, their gaze fixed on their own comforts, utterly oblivious to the plight of those they have sworn to serve.

Ah, what a country we have become—where the chasm between the rulers and the ruled is so vast that it seems to defy comprehension. In this stark juxtaposition, one cannot help but lament the erosion of empathy and accountability, and mourn the loss of a collective vision for a more equitable and just society.

Poetry
1 min read

Kush moy Musiba

July 24, 2024

Kush moy Musiba

Muné dafa buga fasten kom Gina Bass
Motakh mui rush
Di tukk kush
And now Kush whooped his ass

Muné kush bi
Dafko wagnil stressam yii
Waye afta benna puff
Mom dafa doff

Muné so laaleh kush
Highness nga dey am
Waye Yallah reka kham
Luko daal si kush

Legui kholal rek
Duko kush tek
Lu kumaseh si benna dose
Legui defa addict si overdose

Kebba S. Juwara
The Panacea Poet

Poetry
2 min read

Tribute: Haja Maimuna Yadalieu Savage: A Soul Departed on Jummah

July 24, 2024

Tribute: Haja Maimuna Yadalieu Savage: A Soul Departed on Jummah

On a blessed Jumm’ah, the day of blessed prayer,
Haja Maimuna’s spirit rose high in the air.
A woman of faith, with a heart pure and true,
Her life a reflection of Islam’s gentle hue.

Her prayers, like soft rain, on parched souls did fall,
A solace, a comfort, a heavenly call.
With each whispered du’a, to the heavens she’d climb,
Her faith, a beacon, transcending space and time.

A mother so loving, with patience untold,
She nurtured her children, both young and old.
Instilling in them the Quran’s sacred lore,
The path to Jannah, forevermore.

An aunt full of sunshine, her smile ever bright,
She showered her loved ones with warmth and light.
Sharing stories of Prophets, their struggles, their grace,
Planting the seeds of faith, in each precious face.

A mentor with wisdom, a guide ever keen,
She led her students on paths righteous and clean.
Submission to Allah, her message so clear,
This world but a test, the true prize is held near.

Though tears may we weep, for a loss that feels deep,
We find comfort, dear Haja, in knowing you sleep
In Allah’s embrace, on a blessed Jumm’ah day,
Your good deeds a passport, lighting your way.

May Jannah’s gates open, a paradise grand,
A reward for your kindness, throughout all the land.
Your legacy lives on, in the lessons you taught,
A love that transcends, a memory unsought.

With sabr in our hearts, and faith as our guide,
We bid you farewell, with love deep inside.
May Allaah grant mercy, and forgive every sin,
Haja Maimuna’s journey, a new life begins.

Written by Muhammed MK Kah.

Poetry
2 min read

Each time that I think of “kush”

June 30, 2024

Each time that I think of “kush”

Each time that I think of “kush”

“Fock naneh danyu warah tahaw”
It all began with the sense of being
Thinking that indeed it’s not a crime
It’s like a sipping, unpredictable twist
Not naturally friendly to smoke
And I wonder what kind of excitement
That has actually hit our instincts

We are still scared of my generation
When we should learn our beautiful history
That made us shy, discovered with beautiful imagination
Captivating our minds as we are the future leaders of tomorrow
But could this dream be shattered by ” kush” ,
Left our youths laying down as an empty tool,
Compelling evidence of substance abuse
Where we will owe ourselves of nothing but death

A disastrous community imprisoned
Murder is sounding so normal to our ear
protruding the very young stars in town
For the home we have, wants to turn to toxicity
That should be where people are trained
But the constraints are self torturing us
In communities, we served cigarettes
In streets, we send our children to buy drugs,
and pay less attention to these signs of testimonies of crimes that are shocking
Sensitization channels shouldn’t fade
so brevity to cure and clean the streets
Kush is deadly and dangerous
So, each time that I think of it.
I want you to be reminded not to become a victim.

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Poetry
2 min read

Captives of connection in chemistry

June 28, 2024

Captives of connection in chemistry

It began with gazes at work.
That captivating face of dignity.
A sting was felt in both hearts and heads.
The aura of a dedicated worker.
Sense and the essence of attraction in feelings is indeed not a crime!
It’s like sipping the sweet tea of imagination.
What a spark!
Words can be cords to tether one on the stem of the tree of attraction.
What a powerful chemistry!
Life! Can I accuse you of starting the journey or should I embrace you?
She said life is so unpredictable with endless twists and turns.
What a fact!
How did that sting leave me numb before the lady of words?
From shyness to discovery.
What have we discovered?
Words have tethered both of us in electrifying connection!
Natural instincts are what we will be grazing.
Curse not the feelings just the light a candle in the hearts.
It is a journey, yes a journey with only two passengers.
What scares me in excitement and surprises?
My Co pilot is sipping from that cup of body chemistry.
She passes the cup to me with an open mind.
Her gaze, her smile, her greetings, her service, her discipline, her intellect, her silliness are so spicy!
Hmmmmm life is here again to surprise me!
This journey is a dream.
Her words are like cream on my palms.
Aren’t we captives of a natural and sincere connection?
Yes we are!
Should I subdue now ?
The echoe is like that of a valley of beautiful foliage!
Will I end in those arms?
Life is a tireless examiner.
All tests end in results.
Am still scared.
Why?
When they hunt, they hardly lose!

Author is.
The Captive of Chemistry!

Poetry
2 min read

He Promised Only Her!

June 27, 2024

He Promised Only Her!

He Promised Only Her!
But he would left at night to do hide and seek. He would eat her cooked lunch at dinner time. Gratitude began to fade in pieces at no time.
During the day, she would spread the bedsheets at daylight. With beautiful white cottons to generate the reflection of the sunlight. But he would go to bed at midnight.
Only to hear him knocking at the doors when the dogs and cats are at sleep. He sleepwalked calmly in the bedroom,
When the lights are on, he becomes confused, shy and shuttled.
Defensive and aggressive that he would be because he hates his wife to question him. With little soft touch, then became bored with her and began to accuse his office workload.
Tasteless, and sensitive he charged himself
At morning sunrise , he would continue other routes until sunset.
Done breakfast at fast food centers
With some fresh fried eggs and cheese While left his wife with tea, bread, and butter.
He would be the busiest person with much time to chat with side chick’s but ignored his potential wife messages.
Quick to solve his acquaintance’s problems
But very lazy to wipe his wife’s tears
As family becomes his less interest
Quick to beat his chest, had tactics of control measures and empty in heart with a rich pocket. He never surrenders to blaming himself, talkless of realizing his mistakes.
Poetry
1 min read

Within the debris of love

June 27, 2024

Within the debris of love

Within the debris of love,
I was hooked by a beautiful thought
A fascinating story of how
Stays in my mind for a while
Escape multiple nightmare scenarios
Feted my face with a glimpse of his smiles
Escalated my spirit within the daylight of sandele
Tears dropping on my cheeks while feeling the breeze tender wind of his speech
Building back the lost hopes of winning
Forging more gracious deeds of the little things around
As the sound of the bird’s chimneys
Mysteriously raise my eyes and fingers
Snake hiss I heard,
With a beautiful landscape
Under the palm trees where I settled gasping to breathe.
With so much enthusiasm,
A melody for the heart.
Allow me to pull the strings and
make you mine.
Allow me to wake up to the dreams of loving this environment again.
Poetry
1 min read

Our Dirty Politricks

June 13, 2024

Our Dirty Politricks

OUR DIRTY POLITRICKS

ВY: THE GHETTO PEN

Politics in The Gambia is getting scary
The top stories with no dirty political insults happen rarely
It’s trickery, character assassination and hate speech
Fake promises without practicing what they preach
Rival politicians no more confront one another with ideas
When politics is competition of policies and ideas
But currently that isn’t the case in The Gambia
Ethnic politics is the means of scoring political points
Posing a great threat to our security
These politicians always disappoint
One Gambia, one nation, one people
United we stand, divided we fall
Politicians must honor their promises
Failing to do so, we all know that the writing is gonna be on the wall

Poetry
3 min read

Her name is Amie

June 13, 2024

Her name is Amie

Her name is Amie, known for her seductive and sexy body in the area. During the day, She hardly goes out because she has been hijacked by bad friends on grounds that were fishy. Amie had rotate many nigh clubs and ghettos.

Due to the bad labeling of her attitudes. Her mother sent her away from the house. She claims to be fed up and can’t handle her situations anymore. Amie was desperate and confused because nobody belief or take her as a serious lady. Little did they know that she was going to be among the greatest ladies of her generation.

It’s one of her happy days that she visited a close friend that advice her to look for a proper job. Amie looks reluctant and refused to adhere to her friend request. She later thought of it and approached the friend at her house and promised to take any job. The friend directed her to someone who eventually gave her maid responsibility.

Early in the morning, she would fetch water, wash dishes and cook for that family. The family had a visitor who was looking for a wife. He came to notice how Amie was obedience and willing to serve everyone respectfully. At night the man happens to call her for a close door meeting at the parlor and question Amie’s family connections.

She break into tears and told him to stop the jokes. The man promised to visit her upon settling down and that he would talk to his dad about the issue. Amie went back to bed that night, crying her entire life. Her employer found her crying and began to question her. She told her about the man intention. The employer embraces the idea and further asked her to sleep until tomorrow.

Remember Amie is a homeless lady, and she even had forgotten about her family entirely. She lives alone and had been struggling to have a better life. The man drove her back home and pleaded for the mother to reconcile with her. As usual, siblings rival at times take a new turn. Her sisters started getting jealous and told their mother to dissolve the marriage.

The man organized a special wedding reception for her and paid a huge amount of money for her dowry, which had entirely shocked the whole community. People who were judgmental about her lifestyle became ashamed as the husband family went all out to praise her. She won a new home and her family deeply regretted the way they treated her.

Amie was later celebrated and honored in the community. She return back to school and set up an organization that engaged into sensitizing women on drug abuse and how to become a responsible daughter. Within that short period, she won some global awards and hearts of many people.

And later lived a dignify life that was admired by many. A resilient, determined and passionate person that she had been, she had shown us that we might have a bad beginning, but that shouldn’t warrant us to give up.

In life everyone had a story, but never let the situations carried you away. Test are bound to happen and it depends on how we handle it. Amie is happily married with twins and had paid for her mother Hajj ticket. This is one of my fiction stories. Never judge people base on their situations. We should help but not reject them.

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Poetry
3 min read

Anyone going through some emotional damages

June 13, 2024

Anyone going through some emotional damages

Anyone going through some emotional damages, may Allah heal you. Learn not to judge people because the person next to you never thought for once in her life that situations would force her to be a second wife.

She managed to deny the husband every possible rights, talk bad about other women etc. She would gaslight, gossip and stains other women to her husband. Likewise, she categorically made it clear to the husband that any second woman here means a no-go area. For the sake of peace the husband decided to forget and closed that topic.

Suddenly, she was hooked up by nature, joined her husband vehicle and had an unexpected accident with him. The husband was pronounced death on the spot, but luckily for her, she got healed and recovered. She was very lonely and griefs always. She thought of the expensive, pampered life, perfectly made to believe. Everything was available at her disposal for years but got shattered within a blink of an eye.

After some years, she was left with no option than to become a second wife to a beautiful family. Initially, that woman accepted her wholeheartedly due her situations. She wasn’t discriminated or labeled. Little did she enjoy from the marriage because karma is a beach. The first wife started given her tough time. When the husband visited her, the first wife would call him pretending as if something happened. The husband wouldn’t have any option but to return home.

Furthermore, days or weeks, she would see no sign of the husband. Although the man is very nice, but he is afraid to react because the first wife had signed a declaration of their assets. It would be under the will of the first wife to let him sleep at the house. Things began to backfire on her. She now understands that certain things in this life doesn’t worth it.

Years passed, she was trapped into this marriage, suddenly people spotted her going to seminars and speaking for women to become accommodative. That made her very popular among her peers. She becomes an activist that would advocate for a second wife business. The whole town were shocked because she never champion that idea.

She had learned her good lessons that it is not good to be selfish. If your husband had the space and means (financially), open up the doors for him. Learn to know about the other woman that he propose to bring as co-wives because you might be judging some women wrongfully. People life stories differ, and that shouldn’t warrant us to hold grudges or hate 🤷your fellow women.

Put yourself into other’s shoes and accept what Allah has decreed. He is entitled to four wives. It’s one of my fiction stories, shall I add 😀 one more stories?

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Poetry
5 min read

She has sacrificed all her teenage life

June 13, 2024

She has sacrificed all her teenage life

She has sacrificed all her teenage life to be with Alieu. A famous, wealthy man who claimed not lucky about marriage. With all that had happened to his life in the past. He was ready to start a new life. He proposed to Khadijah and within a week, the family decided to tie the knot while she awaits for her husband to finish building the house.

Their families had done the introductory aspect and they started visiting each other. A long-time boyfriend of Khadijah heard about the news of their relationship. He used a second number to engage with Khadijah. He believes that Khadijah dumping him was due to the new guy in her life. Whom he believes to be more wealthy than him.

This made the boyfriend furious and plans for a revenge. Khadijah, an innocent lady, had spoken to him several times about her interest of starting a life with him, but he never took her serious. She moved into her new husband’s house and began noticing unusual chats from some new male friends. Whom, one of them claimed to appreciate her a lot. She never thought for once that the then boyfriend paid an outside agent to distract her.

After the first six months of her marriage, the new husband discloses to her some of the rumours that his friends had been spreading in town. She was focused and advice her husband of her innocent. There was a day that the husband became suspicious and Lodge a complaint to her mother. He doesn’t seem to appreciate how their marriage has turned, with unknown attitudes that he couldn’t believe that his wife possess.

On Saturday morning, at 10:00 am, Khadijah received some news about her husband insecurity behaviors. Her immediate brother was very uncomfortable and called for them to have a private conversation. Upon her arrival, she disclosed to her brother about her feelings of dissolving the marriage because she was tired of the problems and unconditional attitudes and reports.

Upon arrival, she found her husband in a distress mood and went straight to bed. It was June 12th 2022, when she last spoke to her closest friend, explaining the change of attitudes towards her husband. She took the phone and dialed her line again, but it was switched off. In a minute after that attempted calls, she received some disturbing messages that made her very attached to the strange guy.

One of the messages reads,” I have been thinking about you. You seem to be an excellent woman, and I won’t mind for us meeting and talk in person”. Khadijah was surprised in the beginning, but she took it normal and gradually getting used to these chats. She later thought of having a second phone to avoid her husband seeing their texts messages. That resulted in a secret relationship.

Alieu’s friends has been useless, and they often advise him wrongfully. He was their boss that would at times gave them tips( money). One of the friends objected and coarse him. He said,” I have seen your wife somewhere in a hotel with a stranger, so I doubt how you couldn’t find out about this”. Alieu laughed and nodded his head in shocked. “My wife can never be in any hotel without me” he told the friend.

Before his intervention, the boyfriend of Khadijah went on to use her weakness. Khadijah was unable to resist anymore and kept on engaging with this strange guy in private hotels. Her husband launched an investigation about her secretively, and eventually, she was exposed. They exchanged some bitter arguments that led to Khadijah packing her belongings and left to her mother’s house. After a few weeks, they were finally publicly divorced.

The man who was engaging her later felt sorry of her situation and confessed to her openly that he was a paid agent to destabilized her marriage. Khadijah wants to go back to her marriage, but it was too late. When she learned about the betrayal that her ex-boyfriend had done to her. She rushed to apologize to Alieu, who had a tragedy due to heart attacked.

The last called that came made her faith. Alieu was pronounced death at the hospital. This created more sadness in her life. She thought of the good times and couldn’t forgive herself. The light of her heart was gone, due to her lack of foresight.

This fiction story taught us to be careful as married women. It’s totally forbidden for a married woman to chat with strangers(opposite gender) because it can lead you Into certain acts that won’t be pleasurable. The two families reunited and Khadijah started going to attend lessons from the counseling department. After work she would visit her ex in-laws but her life was thrown apart. She became isolated.

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Poetry
1 min read

Good that God is good

May 29, 2024

Good that God is good

Good that God is good
For all avenues that He has been given me
You’re people of might, upon the night
You all ignited the musical historic atmosphere of words with care

Good that God is good
Sitting in the hours of the energetic Senegambia
Sparks with hypes of vibes day break speak
Ping pong on my tablet at peak and pick

Good that God is good
My eyes on the words that look like swords,
With in-depth messages that massage my spring
Serve as the loyalties of time that dash my skin shine
Hashtag your birthday messages rings, nod my head, swing

None do I doubt my eyelid blinks
But shocked with rains of recognizable light
That keeps me thinking if I own those words
Towering my thoughts on a rough margin

Sweating my hands to write the tangible string
That would make the griots sing
Pulling my guitar to tell that tale
Guess, I sat to question my being
Tears rolling down my cheeks with joy
These words are getting deep like a toy
An arrow that appears to spear my heart

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Poetry
2 min read

Open Poem (Birthday)

May 27, 2024

Open Poem (Birthday)

From among the saints in Baghdad
Was this lady who lost her dad
Her brother, her son and all she had
From the bombs of Uncle Sam
And emasculation of the men of that land

In anger she dropped her hijab
And walked on the land
In protest of what befell her
The women of the land shunned her
Their men called her bad
Yet she walked on the land mad
Sad at all what fell upon her clan

Then they called a tribunal
Putting their saint to a trial
For discarding the traditional
Garb of the levant

With tears in her eyes
She asked to be allowed just once
To make clear her stance

Do we hijab against other women
Or is the hijab against men
In one voice they replied men
All stating in one voice the evidence against them

Then where are the men?
And that’s how she bombed them
Putting all those emasculated men
To neverending shame.

Saffiyah, swing your dick
All fourteen inches of it
Man among men
Overly superseded women
While still ahead of the men

Happy birthday to you
The Good Lord be with you
And all those with you.

Ibrahim Sarr
Principal of Center for excellence.

Poetry
1 min read

Meet the Wiseman

May 18, 2024

Meet the Wiseman

In halls of power, where decisions weigh,
Stands a sage, guiding with wisdom’s ray.
The wiseman, adviser to the throne,
In his counsel, seeds of greatness sown.

With eyes that see beyond the fleeting hour,
He whispers truths with gentle power.
In the tapestry of chaos, he finds the thread,
Leading leaders with words well said.

His counsel, a beacon in the darkest night,
A compass true, guiding towards the light.
With steady hand and a heart of gold,
He shapes destinies, stories untold.

In the chambers where the mighty convene,
He is the silent force, unseen.
For behind every leader’s grand design,
Stands the wiseman, humble and kind.

Oh, adviser to the president, wise and true,
In your guidance, nations find their due.
Your words, a symphony of insight rare,
Elevate leaders to realms fair.

So here’s to the wiseman, revered and esteemed,
In his wisdom, may our hopes gleam.
For in his counsel, we find our way,
To a brighter, better, wiser day.

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Poetry
1 min read

The Menace of Pollution

May 8, 2024

The Menace of Pollution

Our planet lies breathless
Under the defiling spillage of oil mines
Infertilizing plains of vegetation
And suffocating the aquatic ecosystem

Within the bondage of pollution
The glaciers melt
Dry lands shred
Temperatures rise unbearable
Life goes into shambles

The menace of environmental pollution
Is a boomerang of our own deeds
We are like a bird
Who scatters its nest

Our planet is made naked
Left to be baked
By the ultraviolet rays of the sun
That takes its toll on us

Kebba S. Juwara
The Panacea Poet

Poetry
2 min read

The Ascension

April 27, 2024

The Ascension

In the midst of the thick minds
Who bury the innocent souls alive
Thinking to be caused by their existence
From their mischievous beliefs,

In the realm where dreams and visions reside,
A prophet embarked on a momentous ride,
Guided by angelic wings, he flew,
Ascended beyond the skies, his journey anew.

Through the layers of space and time he soared,
A celestial voyage the world had not explored,
An extraordinary night, where miracles unfold,
The Prophet’s heart with divine wisdom it beholds.

Beneath a moonlit sky, enchanting and serene,
He traversed, witnessing scenes never before seen,
The heavens, galaxies, and constellations above,
Revealing secrets, mysteries, and eternal love.

As he ascended higher, his soul, pure and bright,
Each heavenly realm illuminated with divine light,
He encountered prophets from ages old,
Whose stories in the sacred texts are told.

Musa, Isa, Ibrahim, and Yusuf, luminous stars,
Whose spirits embraced him, removing any scars,
They conversed, sharing wisdom and insight,
Reaffirming the eternal truth of God’s might.

Reaching the Sidratul Muntaha, the divine lote tree,
A place no creation had ever been set free,
He witnessed the culmination of his soul’s ascent,
A meeting with the Almighty, magnificent and intense.

Words cannot capture the awe, the beauty sublime,
As he stood in the presence of the Divine,
A conversation transpired, profound and grand,
Delivering divine guidance to all of mankind.

Returning to earth, with his message in tow,
The Prophet’s heart overflowed, ready to bestow,
The miracle of the journey, the Night of Ascension,
A divine gift, a testament of God’s compassion.

Through the passage of time, this tale remains,
A testament to faith, where belief sustains,
May we too, strive to ascend with every breath,
To seek divine guidance, in life and in death.

Let the Prophet’s Night Journey inspire our way,
To navigate life’s hardships, come what may,
For in the depths of faith, hope forever shines,
Guiding us towards eternity’s divine design.

Bubacarr Darboe
The Inked Poet (SanKaranKa)

Poetry
1 min read

OIC Boxed by Expectations

April 24, 2024

OIC Boxed by Expectations

Dubious conference deterring Islamic morals
A movement meant for aiding Islamic decrees
The Islamic cleric; are their minds tamed?
Infusing Islamic principles into personal and public life

Music is not a like term in numerical Islamic order
But by OIC; shall display for an entertainment
Islamic cleric shall consume and spot a recognize wrongdoing
They can’t complain but they can endure and skeptism has alarmed

Islamic summit but sin commit
Faiths format and evils on combat
Unleashed an explosion of tit-for-tat of sin committing
The devil has preached the gospel ofo neutralism in the hot war.

Accumulate a strong secular state with deep devotion to Islam
Floundered on intense ideological and personal rivalries
That shall evoke a sympathetic question among Muslims
For, I urge a return to Islamic principles and traditional morality.

For peace to rain
For devil’s to drain
For minds to train
For utilizing the brain.

~Wally Saho Tha Activist Poet

Poetry
8 min read

Previously The Arrogant King In The Village: Inside The Underground Wall

April 23, 2024

Previously The Arrogant King In The Village: Inside The Underground Wall

( Previously The Arrogant King In The Village)

Season 1 Episode 10.

Inside The Underground Wall

By: Saffiyah Joof

“Put those clothes on”, Karim’s mother said in a stressful voice “.  Awa, who’s into African modeling and design has an interest in nurturing her talent and has bought some materials to sew for Karim’s wedding. She believes in her country in terms of winning wars. And her styles are not for our small tags,

“Haven’t I warned you about being cheap? I told you to stay away from my son, and in fact, I don’t think he would ever marry you because I knew ever since that you are here to help him know the hidden treasure of this land. I can pay you for a ransom and be far away from this, house ” Karim’s mother said with a smile.

Awa cried in response  “I touch the tissue of your heart and I worship all that you ever wanted.

I watched the streets and found that they are empty of beautiful little flowers.

Fresh they look into our eyes,

So cheap to touch all angles,

We don’t need to pay off their prices,

A different share of research, each may hire their choice, displaying the beauty of emptiness,

They are young future mothers,

very young, very strong but stubborn not old, they are useless to be very bold, despite everything being very loose.

Pretty just now, but I’m worried,

Who would marry them again? Hope they will change forever,

because of their seductive beauty, and their appealing struggle to escape traumatic moments of their life.

The African trademark they possess,

they have lost the price it takes to buy them, and you seem to be manipulative like them, that is you, I remember much about you Rose, I knew your history and how Karim’s father got to hook up with you. I hope you didn’t notice that the girl you have been bullying has finally changed”. Awa continues for a while and turned around to her little son who was crying to consolidate him with a big hug.  And  Rose in a lower tune sending her voice loud, ” I am sorry,

Her dad is a street smoker and you are equally a prostitute product and bloodsucker. Why can’t you get off my face, you small rat?”.

Awa doesn’t do any housework on that day or worry about her appearance. She rather rolls her eyes in direct contact with Rose for a second then slammed the door behind her.

There are all types of people living in this underground wall, that was built perfectly for war purposes only. Which has everything inside, and the medical Doctor that stopped at her was known by everyone that he acts like a gay. He stood for a second to glance at her, ” oh! but her eyes are beautiful and I wish to have such a dress for my date tonight”, he said.  I don’t mind being in a situation of war and I believe that society would accept us one day, it’s a democratic country and I must confess to having involved colleagues at work and friends to let me practice what I want to be. It’s only in Africa that seems to be a crime. I need to be quiet before someone else hears this”, He said.

The guard overheard him and said, “You will always leave in dreams,

For your rights in Africa have been ceased, you can’t even convince your closest finger, talkless of being an influence in this country. Again, if you ever thought of that idea, your morning rabbit breakfast would be butchered on the floor. These are the rules of the land speaking in parables”. The strange soldier added and asked the doctor to get to the hospital because people aren’t getting better and the pressure of fear is getting some people to lose appetite.

Karim’s father said, “Why can’t we be together? and besides, you can convince your children after the war. I have done some worst atrocities but as a father who rules this land for some years loves his children. My love for the boys was mixed with power and I regretted it, which could be amended. You need to talk to your son, he post to Rose”.

Rose looked at him with a bad eye, ” do you want me to call the prison guards for another nice torture. After you will be working in bright sunlight looking for me. I’m your horse by then but now I’m the one ruling because your sons are going to slaughter each other. I want to be a cow that would knock you down every morning. And that I love you very much with too much hate, but it doesn’t seem to make the slightest difference because you need to leave like this for many years. There ought to be a law for people like you. Who abused women, insult the elders, ruined our livelihood, disturb the neighborhood and imposes power, and forsaken the poor people. I’m going to be a cow woman that would cook for your poisonous foods. Never shall I lose a battle, didn’t I advise you of your pride. You are priceless and all quiet now, it’s June my favorite month, for this day was never being in your dreams, right? Rose posted back the question and spit on him. “You deserved the suffering”, she said.

“Harsh!  it’s today that my beards itch,

It’s today that my tongue doesn’t touch your body, it’s today that you realize your powers, a poor neighbor I pick you from,

Little maid to become a crown princess,

You have ever been my honeypot, I gasp to make your nights look good because you were a hooker, I make you princess” Karim father said. He provokes Rose purposely to get to know her plans while with his chip device recording her.

She left to the main little palace that the guards set for the royal family. In the house they sat in silence, waiting for the outdated Tv To be set. The village life is not easy, especially for such a land that has been touched by so many wars and unlucky for a good king. It was there, for the first time to have gotten a king that have the country at heart. On the other side, these were tribe men of different family backgrounds. They exchange the good cultures that they shared. Religious believers that have faith in God.  It’s among the greatest land that area could ever have with abundant resources but it was full of crimes immediately after the new democratic era took place.

At night the people are busy praying and struggling to get food to eat. The arm rubbers are in the city breaking the rich people their houses and taking whatever was available at their disposal.  Almost all the city soldiers have left for war. But there was a  treasure that was never been mentioned in the recent kingdom and that Karim haven’t gotten knowledge of it. Rose knew this secret and she vacuums to eliminate anyone that would be close to Karim.

It’s the dripping space of goodness,

“I give up my mind on encountering, never would I give directions, never would I tell him how I feel, I will know whether you see the bigger pictures, the billboards all printed on my face, as my voice replace me, it speaks for me in my writings and it takes what is special in me, at the moment that many don’t understand me. Even a toddler has grown hard to seek, In as much as I deleted, I will amend and replace. I am a little Black Girl praying to be grown, lock up under a cage where my story is hidden. I accept this as my vacation, to do what I am good at, at times it falls and I pursue, it sometimes dark and I bring in light, the hill is hostile but we put up not too frightened, you have it again, you paint it plain, it’s painful but we will get to the promised land ” the poet boast into tears for the whole room looks very sad but solid with some firewoods that were used as a light. A line in the poem that the little angel recited while the night enters fearlessly. Rose arose very guilty and call for everyone to go to bed.

To be continued in season 2 episode 1.

#The Alkamba Times

#Nna_kalapoems by Saffiyah.

Article
3 min read

Gambia the Forgetting Nation

April 22, 2024

Gambia the Forgetting Nation

Article by Abdul Malick

It is risible and disheartening facing the daily realities of the absence of political hygiene, dysfunctional institutions, state oppression and prejudice, led by the mass morally and academically bankrupt fellow state officials of The Gambia government, making our societies and country so toxic and stagnated thus leading societal collapse and unstoppable uprising and political revolution.

Our progress as a nation moves at a sail pace for poseurs continue to mislead us in the name of expert opinion, national security, bureaucratic processes that yield no results, whilst many offers their blind acceptance of ardent corrupt officials, who are held bent to sinking this country beyond repair intervention.

Nuanced examination proves Gambia as a ‘forgetting nation’ negating facts to acknowledge a system built on the barring of youths, a flagrant system who sees our importance in every half decade, and beyond that we are bunch of spoiled brats to be unlawfully arrested, incarcerated, mocked and vilified with insulting slogans to our collective intelligence “Youth empowerment” “youths are happy” “TEKKI FII” “FUTURE GENERATION” our welfare and future as youths are being intentionally bastardised and defiled to a bothersome state. we as a country and her people failed to take the route to our common good vitiated by select few of arrogant, heatless, and insensitive state officials.

Empirical Evidence shows we have a strong desire to forget certain experiences as a nation and that series of events proves beyond all reasonable doubt that we have sadly become a “ forgetful and distracted nation” and this physiological disorder and political illness devalues our cry and protest for a better Gambia, thus serving a good political tool for those to hold accountable that will easily forget by give us time to Bark and rant like a spoiled untrained toothless stray dog.

  • The AKI 97 deaths #forgotten.
  • The land allocation saga #forgotten.
  • The failing judicial system #forgotten.
  • The illegal disposition and valuation of Jammeh’s assets #forgotten.
  • The 40million tranquillizer fund Vs editorial independence. #forgotten
  • The mass failure of student due a failing educational system #
  • The failed and corrupt ferry/ports services #forgotten.
  • The diplomatic saga leading to eminent loss of territorial integrity and economic freedom, due to our failing and dishonourable foreign policy, RELATIONS, REPRESENTATION, REPUTATION. #forgotten.
  • The Ignored and trashed Audit reports. #
  • The drug seizures, the Banta Kaira saga, Pablo and his Gang member and their questionable investigation and bail “the path to freedom”. #
  • Business and state mafia groups. #forgetten
  • Land allocation saga, mining, and fisheries saga. #forgoten

May God bless us beyond our reasoning and heal us as a country to face our fears and let our and love for our nation triumph.

God bless and salvage The Gambia.  

Article
3 min read

Young Leaders Visions

April 21, 2024

Young Leaders Visions

By Saffiatou Joof

Do not take part in the mockery of your leaders, whether the person is an imam, a priest, or the president. “What goes around, comes around”. Today, you might be happy about others disrespecting them for you, but tomorrow, you might not want anybody to disrespect your chosen leader.

Allah is very fair. He gave us leaders based on that society behaviors. “And whatever of misfortune befalls you, it is because of what your hands have earned. And He pardons much. (See the Quran Verse 35:45).

I am not denying the fact that we can hold our leaders accountable respectfully. Remind them of their duties. That’s why Deen is essential to study. This will help you resolve yourself in this modern-day world. Unless we go back to the drawing board, nothing shall change because some of us don’t even have the moral traits.

How can we advocate for good morality? When we don’t possess such in our respective status. We’re every day complaining about some families and their parents’ lack of care towards their children. The youths on hard drugs are rapidly growing and causing problems into society. The lack of envision in some youths and the lackadaisical attitudes among us.

Furthermore, the dirty politics that we are playing with each other, it all shows what type of people are we. Which Allah says: “Verily, Allah will not change the (good) condition of a people as long as they do not change their state (of goodness) themselves (by committing sins and by being ungrateful and disobedient to Allah)” [al-Ra’d 13:11]

We want to silence everyone, and this means we have to go the extra miles to tarnish and character assassinate others in a simple context of,” I am fighting for my country.” If we are interested in changing the existing state of affairs, we must be responsible and respectful citizens. That will preach, write, and speak diligently, morally, and with a higher status of wisdom.

The politics in the Gambia has come to the stage of character assassination and gang up to destroy each other. At times, even a simple joke, we took it very personally. What even surprised me, how we took pride of these dealing is overwhelming in this country.

Let’s do self assessment, and be action oriented. In the Gambia, some people only complain when it doesn’t favor them. I have been scrolling social media for decades, and it’s unfortunate how we tag each other on issues that are completely biased and lack an atom of truth. People are not delusional, and leadership is beyond the stage of being a keyboard warrior.

In conclusion, our leaders should look into underprivileged situations. Travel across the Gambia and see how families are living. From this commission, we have seen how officials distribute wealth among themselves, and this is not the way to solve our problems. Perpetrators into the government taking the taxpayers’ money should be held accountable. Work on fair dispensation of justice and enforce the security units of this country.

Digitalize the whole system of the government. This will reduce the high rates of corruption and add more initiatives, more programs for the youths to get employed, and foster peace, progress, and equal rights to different people, including the disabled people. “Let Justice Guide Our Actions, Towards The Common Good.” I hope this message we sang from our national anthem will sink into our hearts.

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Poetry
2 min read

Poet Amie Emma Ceesay Dedicated to Saffiyah Joof

April 21, 2024

Poet Amie Emma Ceesay Dedicated to Saffiyah Joof

In the realm of words and verse, she weaves a tale,
A poet, and writer, her stories prevail,
From “WORDS” to “Under the Spell of Poetry,”
Her words enchant and set minds free.

With “ON WAR” she delves into the depths,
Of conflict and struggle, where hope intercepts,
Her pen is mighty, her heart is pure,
Devoted to Allah, her faith secure.

Saffiyah Joof, a soul so kind,
With respect and love in her heart entwined,
She cares for all, be they young or old,
Her deeds shine bright, her story unfolds.

Now working on “The Best Age to Get Married,”
A tale of truth, where love is carried,
May Allah guide and protect her way,
bless her abundantly, each day.

So here’s to Saffiyah, a poet so fine,
May her words continue to intertwine,
With hearts and souls, in perfect harmony,
For she’s a beacon of light, for all to see.

In the world of words, she paints a beautiful scene,
Aunty Saffiyah Joof, a poet serene,
With “Words on War” and “Under the Spell of Poetry,”
She captures hearts with her lyrical sorcery.

Kind-hearted and humble, devoted to Allah,
Her faith shines bright like a guiding star,
working on a new book about the best age to wed,
May Allah bless her path, where wisdom is spread.

Aunty Saffiyah, a beacon of light,
guided by faith, in all things right,
May Allah protect her from all that’s ill,
And shower her with blessings, her cup to fill.

In this world and the next, may she find peace,
In Jannah, her soul’s joy will never cease,
For Aunty Saffiyah, a writer so pure,
May Allah’s love and grace in her life endure.

Please share and comment to empower the young poets in the Gambia.
Thank you! 😊

Poet Amie Emma Ceesay
Dedicated to Saffiyah joof.

Article
2 min read

Sugar Daddy’s

April 19, 2024

Sugar Daddy’s

They are the most successful men in the country, and they’re heavily trusted, very brilliant with their lavish lifestyle. People respected them to an extent that when some women spoke, I doubted it.

It’s not all women that are weak. You might think that everyone is the same, but no! Some do rather die than sell their dignity for world gains. It is not funny anymore. The mafias have their daughters at home, are well protected, loved, and cared for. They’re even jealous of them to go out frequently.

But found them in their respective places. Laughed at their teeth out as if they were professional gentlemen. It’s the biggest bait. They don’t mind spending for you all that you ever wished for, thus in this life. Just be prepared to return them with favours. They will penalize you the moment you refuse to accept what they really want.

They will never message you. It’s only through direct calls or drive at your visit to convince your thought. I have sat with brilliant ladies, but the main problem almost from all of them is the same story.

They only know how to use women, and if you’re ready to stand your grounds, you’re automatically targeted, or your job shall be at risk.

Women are weak to some extent, and some of them are from an underprivileged background. They need our support, if not financially, but morally. Are we fair to these women? Do we take it as responsible citizens to help without asking for favors?

Sometimes, ladies’ job are being compromised, and they don’t know whom to explain their ordeals. Let’s kill this culture of developing a woman with an intent to accept favours that don’t sit well with her.

Don’t exploit her life. Every woman has a dream about a great future , although usually, we do blame women on certain issues, but I believe in the saying that one bangle can’t make noise. If you can’t solve her problems for the sake of Allah, just let her leave humbly.

I wish next time, when women knock at your doors, you will think of this article. Help without seeking favours.

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Ambassador Sey reviews “Words on War” book

March 9, 2024

Ambassador Sey reviews “Words on War” book

Ambassador Essa Bokarr Sey recently reviewed “Words on War” book written by Saffiatou Joof, a Gambian poet. The review of the book was held at the Sir Dawda Kairaba Jawara International Conference Centre on 18th November 2023.

He said the first part of the book is where Saffiatou has genuinely recognised men and women of our society who this nation and the world owes a lot. “We owe them a lot while they were alive and still owe them a lot more after they have left this earth. One of them is my own brother, my own Koto, my own MAWNAM, the late Dr Badara Alieu Joof,” he added.

“Saffiatou’s words are oozing from “the spring of a pure heart” and an analytical mind; where mind is to be tackled within the following paradigms:

ONE – What is analytical in it. What is of will in it. What is food for the soul in it. Finally, what is of emotions in it, we can bring back Saffiatou’s mind in the laboratory of analysis. It would then leave her mind  within reason and rationality. Ultimately what comes next? Her mind and heart have found  a comfort zone in imagination where they will taste the sweet fruits or palatable dishes Einstein made reference to in his famous quotes. What did we pick from those quotes? Knowledge is what has already been acquired whereas imagination is sweet. Exact words we would leave with Albert, on our side, let’s hear his mind in the simple way. Imagination should be attached to, not detached from what is essential in own existence.  Here we are in existence and left to understand why we are left between celestial and terrestrial culture. There are principles to guide us in what is existential. The principles have already been identified by Allah thru his Prophet Muhammad SAWS. As human beings, we are lodged in existence, coming from non-existence. Without any doubt, we will for sure return to non-existence within the context and concept we know in our minds and hearts,” he stated.

Source: The Point

News
3 min read

Two Books under Her Belt: Young Author Saffiatou Joof launches second book: ‘The Words On War’

March 9, 2024

Two Books under Her Belt: Young Author Saffiatou Joof launches second book: ‘The Words On War’

By Fatou Dahaba

Saffiatou Joof, a renowned female poet and founder of Nna Kala Poetic Academic, on Saturday, November 18, launched her second book, “The Words On War,” at the Sir Dawda Jawara International Conference Center in Bijilo.

The launch brought together top educationists, diplomats, senior government officials, and students, who all thanked Ms. Saffiatou Joof for her commitment and stance to rejuvenate the educational sector through authoring books.

Ms. Saffiatou Joof

The book, which centers on the liberation of Africa, highlights the Gambian literary landscape.  

Speaking at the launching, Momodou Sabally, former Secretary General and Head of Civil Service, underscored the importance of literature in enhancing reading and writing skills.

Momodou Sabally

“Words on War is a perceived of knowledge. When Saffiatou was conserving this book, there was no war in the world, but today there is war in Palestine; poetry is compelling,” he said.

Sabally added that the book amplifies the people’s voice and, in doing so, the author speaks for the entire generation and is documented as one of the greatest treasures any age can learn from.

“Many areas are captured in the book, ranging from challenges and opportunities for young people migration, culture, and religion. Every facet of our life has been captured in this great book.”

Dr. Cherno Omar Barry urged Gambians to take up the responsibility of reading, saying one cannot be a good writer if you do not read.

Dr. Omar Barry

“Reading is the founding stone of building one capacity, and you cannot strengthen your writing skills if you don’t read; you must sacrifice your time for reading to get to another level.”

Seedy SK Njie, Deputy Speaker of the National Assembly, said the book wants people to reflect on colonialism. He added the collection dealt with the profound complexity of graveling the threads of imperialism and exposing postcolonialism on Africans.

Seedy SK Njie, Deputy Speaker of the National Assembly

“The book singles out corruption, regret, black magic, prison, and abortion as serious issues in the society that people should learn and know about.”

The book was reviewed by Ambassador Essa Bokar Sey, who thanked Saffiatou for reminding people that, indeed, words are powerful weapons.

Other speakers include Sheikh Chabbo Cham, Aja Maimuna Savage, Dr. Habibatou Drammeh, Dr. Musa Marenah, and Alagie Mamadi Kurang.

The Book is Saffiatou Joof’s second book in two years. According to her, the book delves into different themes such as corruption, black magic, prison, abortion, abuse, and other critical societal issues, which she seeks to address through poetry. 

Source: The Alkamba Times

News
2 min read

YWAG appoints new executive for 2022-2024

March 10, 2024

YWAG appoints new executive for 2022-2024

Nov 16, 2022, 10:06 AM | Article By: YWAG Media and Communications Unit

Banjul, 12th November 2022 -The Young Writers’ Association of The Gambia (YWAG), acting according to its constitution has appointed new executive members to steer the affairs of the association for the next two years.

With a membership of over 300 young people, the members unanimously re-elected award-winning author, Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe to lead the association.

ML Sowe, who was awarded the African Literature Award in January 2022 in Atlanta, Georgia, USA – whom, many Gambians considered to be ‘the face of Gambian literature’, has successfully helped over 100 young Gambian writers become successful poets, writers, and authors— and continues to break national and international records in the annals of the country’s literary history.

YWAG aims to promote writing and book reading for national development. The mission of the association is to encourage cultural education, unity and ethical values through creative writing.  It also seeks to enhance young people academically and culturally, and build an insight on social development.

Established in 2012 as a community of young Gambian writers promoting literacy and literature, YWAG is legally registered with the Ministry of Justice and is a non-profit association that interacts, networks and discusses the advancement of young Gambian writers for individual development and nation-building.

The association is planning to host the second annual National Storytelling Competition slated for January 2023, move to its new office space, and open calls for applications for the 2023 Kunta Kinteh International Book Festival 2023 and The Gambia Prize for Literature 2023.

The new executive members of the YWAG are:  Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe (author of Don’t Judge The Book by The Cover) – Founder and President;  Saffiatou Joof ( author of Under The Spell of Poetry) – Vice President and Spokesperson; Kebba S. Juwara (author of Spilled Beans) – Secretary- General; Fatou Joof (author of My Scars) – Assistant Secretary-General; Ansu Jatta – PRO and Program Officer

Saihou Ngallan – Media and Communications Officer; Sanusi Camara (author of Call Me Abou) – Publication and Publishing Officer; Kawsu Sannneh (author of Tribal Grudges) – Copyright and Intellectual Property Officer; Fatoumatta Bayo ( author of Sorrows of A Stepmother) –Women and Gender Officer; Fatima Alhassan Jallow – Accountant; Bassi Mbye – National Mobiliser and Omar Drammeh – Social Secretary.

Source: The Point

News
1 min read

Saffiatou Joof Launches Book Titled “Under The Spell Of Poetry”

March 10, 2024

Saffiatou Joof Launches Book Titled “Under The Spell Of Poetry”

By Ramatoulie Jawo

Saffiatou Joof, a young poet who does her activism through poetry, a craft she uses to send messages across the country, launched a book titled “Under The Spell Of Poetry”.

The ceremony took place at the Sir Dawda Kairaba Jawara International Conference Centre on Saturday.

Speaking at the occasion, Honourable Minister of Youth and Sports, Bakery Y. Badjie commended the author for her commitment and hard work.

“I’m interested in coming here for few reasons, but the primary reason is to give support, commendation and to recognize the efforts and work of miss Suffiatou,” he said.

He called on the youth to start developing the attitude of reading, which he believes will build a lot in them.

Hon Sidia Jatta, the guest speaker challenged writers to be in tune with nature and society.

He emphasised the need to write in the national languages, and urged all local writers to do so in promoting their culture and society by writing their poems in their own languages.

Source: Kerr Fatou

News
2 min read

Spotlight: Saffiatou Joof — Activism Through Poetry

March 10, 2024

Spotlight: Saffiatou Joof — Activism Through Poetry

By: Muhammed Lamin Drammeh

Saffiatou Joof, a bright young poet who is set to launch her maiden poetry book next month, said she does her activism through poetry, a craft she uses to send her messages across.

A budding Computer Scientist, the 26-year-old sensational poet told the Fatu Network that she does poetry to represent the voice of the voiceless and issues happening around her.

“I use poetry to do my activism and to represent the voice of the voiceless. I wrote these poems [poems in her book that is set to be launched soon] because it is through this medium that I can express myself about the issues happening around me,” she explained.

Started writing poems in 2014, Saffiatou Joof said she was motivated by her sister who encouraged her to do poetry despite being a science student at school.

Miss Joof, who was never an art student, will be launching her maiden book titled Under the Spell of Poetry on November 5.

Many young Gambians are into writing but only a few among them are successful in publishing books. However, for Saffiatou, she said her book will serve as a motivation to whoever reads the book. She narrated that the book portrays Gambian society in all aspects of life.

“Under The Spell Of Poetry depicts our real Gambian society in all its glory. The celebration of some public figures and other issues in society. This book will motivate our minds and hearts. It will serve as a tool to understand our real societal problems,” she explained to The Fatu Network.

Saffiatou is currently a Computer Science student at the American International University and the admin manager of Bridge Construction.

Source: Fatunetwork

Poetry
5 min read

The Inauguration Day

April 23, 2024

The Inauguration Day

By: Saffiyah Joof, Poet
‘The woman was known as the king’s favorite girl’, the prison guard added. Another man approaches her and asked,  what is your name? the angelic voice replied, ‘I am Mina’. 
She was natural in her speech. 
When her eyes blink with lots of butterflies.
Massive regrettable moments lingering in his mind, as the king sat down in the prison with anger. 
‘Too late for you to ask for forgiveness, 
My body is yet to be healed’, Mina Said. My regime is not over, after all his my son’, the King respite. 
‘This is your mistake of struggling to remain in power forever, you care less about how others feel, the tables have been turned’, Mina proceeds. All your men have been arrested, behind bars, you shall rot in hell. She spits on his face and walked away from the prison. 
Early that morning, the whole village started its celebration. Families receiving their guests as the grand preparation was at its peak. The red clothes are written everywhere. The volume of freedom, at last, was sung very loudly. 
Arrangements are made for the new era to breed. One of its kind not being breach.  And the new emperor has immediately proposed to the queen of prose. The king’s son successfully stages the revolutionary victory. But his happiness was ineffective because his other half-brother was missing.
In his mind, he read,
‘ like a scar in my heart,
I shall continue to bleed,
Like spoiled bananas, 
That would never taste sweet, 
Like that of expired cane milk, 
In which I can’t drink. 
In my genes I need,
Him not beside me, I shall fight to win. 
Then I shall be at solace. 
Then I shall go to college, 
To proceed with my newfound wings’. 
As the new prose girl steps in with her straight legs and Coca-Cola shape,
In her soft voice, she mumbled, ‘the liberation would start soon, My king ‘. 
He took a long breath then quickly turn and looked into her eyes with an infective smile, ‘My Queen, I like your blunt dreadlocks’ he said.  
As he confesses his feelings so deeply. 
As she crosses her smooth legs and replied, ‘thank you, my king’. 
The King son gave a declaration, 
And the celebration began with colorful flowers. His speech was heard from the tower, 
‘The liberation of our village, 
The ultimate changes of our new nation,
Our gates were close with deep cuts,
Our neighbors are being hurt,
But today we will smile with intimate teeth, 
Out of admiration cold words hunt, 
As he dazzles his eyes hugely popular,
We were separated, so divided we shall fall, United we shall all feel relief. 
Our country we will match to free. 
Attracting the small world we believe. 
To defend our land and our people, 
To benefit our soul and our people cult.
So we take heed in what we lead. 
It means that our translation is correct, 
Hold the perpetrators accountable, 
Silence is not anymore in our books.  
Hold on to the magazines, 
Our stories would be written. 
It’s not the sake of revenge,
But the truth would unfold. 
Then our reply would be peace. 
Our stability and hopes are been renewed, 
Our birds would not cry anymore
And our tree shall stand to flourish. 
In the late-night  as the wind blow,
The throw-up party in the palace began, 
Nobility in the spirit of the celebration, 
The vocalist in the palace tose up, 
She took the mic in disbelief, 
And thereupon her melodious voice was heard, 
‘ In the cell he built, 
That he never thought of his seat, 
With the leftover food, he struggles to eat, 
Completely defeated, in the small pots, he would also defecate. 
Poorly the man of power becomes weak.
Requesting the prison partners to spike him with some weed.
A huge bed of passion bends to be a prison, left alone to sleep. 
Karma is real. 
The two royals king and queen smile, 
The festival springs as the jumping light gleams. 
The elders of the village are preparing for the biggest ceremony in the upcoming week because the newly found king that succeeded his father would be getting married to the love of his life. 
And the agendas are being changed and the current government would have to establish a commission committee to enquire about the dubious act that his father was involved in. The appointments of the minister’s post have to be set and the son would be very busy with different officials coming from other royal leaders. 
The new version of our village would be chase by the international community and you will be my wife soonest and would have a great role to play. The conversation lasts about hours between the new young king and the queen of prose. 
Sensational the queen feels, 
She encourages him with a hard talk, 
‘You don’t have to rush anything, my king’. 
Luck up the words seems difficult to pronounce and slowly but quietly she fell from the highness Princess chair and got fainted and the young king look shocked.
Tears drop and he leaps to say, 
‘Who must have poisoned my wife to be’.  
To be continued in Episode 5. 
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Poetry
3 min read

The Attack On The Palace

April 24, 2024

The Attack On The Palace

The griot man awakes at night to test the string of his guitars,
With his cigarette so far being the only light seen from a degree.
As he peeped out his head,
For the first time, his blood froze,
The shock  of bloodstains on the floor,
Blow his fitness center sight,
The bullet that almost took his life.
The flashing torchlight on his face,
The snipers have taken half of the palace.
Before the commander send his troops to position,
It was impossible to communicate,
Peddling out of frustration,
They were determined but wholly discouraging. An unexpected firing began.
‘Cease fired, we are not enemies
We have only one big enemy.
Maybe our motives are the same,
Maybe we can fight to end our suffering’, the strange voice sugar cake.
The snipers ruling on both sides,
The guards were flying down from the tower.
The tension was in high gear,
And the guards went on disparage.
The eagle bird was managing to escape,
 In the cage, the bird sang with wisdom
, ‘ My king is innocent,  to him I will surrender. My king is the hero, my village celebrates. You can cage my body but not my soul, you can tie my legs but not my thoughts’.
The moonbeam was like a blade protruding through the window,
As the eagle bird closed its eyes and lay quite still.
The beautiful woman pageant out in the king’s bed like a mirror,
Hiding her face away while holding on to the blanket.
The King’s bruise face already being in a mixed stage, gasping for air, struggling to breathe.
The knife was placed on his throat,
He said, ‘I can’t breathing again, may I know my crime’.
When the gentleman released him down,
With an aggressive slapped heed.
‘Please do not finish me’ there is room for negotiations, the king begged again.
The gentleman repeated, ‘ my little brother’s finger was chopped off, how about your arm? ‘ . the King said, ‘ a donkey might kick his son but doesn’t hate him.
 ‘Then I was right if I could chop off your arm. I want to know my brother’s whereabouts, my mother too unknown’  the man keep on poking him.
The Prisoners escapes,
Pouring their feces as tear gas,
Covering their faces with masquerades.
The guards couldn’t make the best use of their legs but obey their commands.
Matching out their voices aloud,
‘Press freedom, at last, the fountain of dignity is found, the poor masses were crying, but today we will laugh ‘.
Back into the room of the king,
His son continues to give him cancer,
‘My name is with standard,
The blood power in your hands,
You take over the speech with no bands,
Your funky leverage is being bondage,
Even with critical journal scrutiny, you short their gate, you arrest without charge,
Power is power but today is our power’.
He drills the king nose on the floor,
And added ‘Nor can you stop the poems that we bleed’.
To be continued in episode 4
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Poetry
4 min read

In The Prison

April 23, 2024

In The Prison

In The Prison,
There is a reason for every crime,
The brave man bleeding profusely,
Reddish-brown eyes, bursting into tears,
Energetically tall behind bars, 
The door clutches short, he took a deep breath. 
In his mind, the weak man speak,
” I am not my father neither would I spear him nor would I gave him chance”. 
A figurative voice responded from the prison, 
” You challenge your father at the milky stage, we are yet to start the race. 
His ice eyes could have finished you, 
Your  piece of legacy needs patient,
You’re pearly a perishable puppet if care is not taken”.
“I have pleaded for your released, 
You will meet your architect father,
None would you give a taste of word,
Or else you will be banished from this kingdom. 
With the crown king, biting his lower lips, 
Sitting on his throne, rolling his big eyes, 
The range of dark men surrounding him, 
All of them look visionless,
That only move out for a mission. 
The King roars, move and walk down, 
“Let me warn you, from today the king son is dead,
For thee, the king has no mercy,
I shall give you the amount to join the jungles, calls the guards for his release”, the king ordered.  
Nonetheless, the force waitress was crying, 
Into the most decorated bed in the village,
She exits the backdoor while feeling in pain. 
Her son bowed down to his knees,
While the king slammed the door with a blanket look. 
Through the window, 
As she glances at her son, 
Ascot out of the village, 
She has no apex of appetite. 
She felt angry but helpless. 
She felt feeble and hopeless. 
This is a slave but also voiceless,
In the eyes of the bodyguards, 
She is the king’s favorite girl. 
She has beautiful brown eyes, 
With a tiny voice, and truly left alone.
But ironically she is being hated,
Because of how the public views her as the closest female friend of the king.
Out of no choice,  She remains faithful to the man that rapes her. 
Every beat of her suffering was written, 
Yet she holds it so tight to her throat,
And believes to tell her story someday. 
She was noble with her faith despite a few trusted bodyguards of the king knows. 
Her voice was motionless as the Apple of her eyes close to sleep. 
When the night enters, 
The king calls for her service,
He throws a party in his bed,
Green ribbons all over the stylist room, 
With bottles of classic wines to toast. 
The King’s favorite girl dresses up in a flashlight nightly strip. 
While the melodious music rhymes in the building.  
The night gets deeper with the strange noise of the waterfall from a distance. 
His chest touching the pillows of the bed,
Gazing his eyes at the favorite girl. 
She cries loudly with her tiny voice. 
The wind blows beautifully, teasing the woman with a smile. 
 “I’m not your dislike, you have no choice but to obey”. 
A voice responded from the darkroom
With a shiny knife seen through the darkness
“Free that woman or I will cut off your throat, your sweet smiles would go invalid. You little of pieces of salt. 
Twisting his knife directly to the king’s face”. 
As the voice turn closer, the king started trembling. 
“My experience is minimum,
My blood is not cold,
And you are not bold,
Under the dead deem green lights,
I shade tears of yellow,
I don’t wash dishes together with my knife,
My little crown king. 
Blood is thicker than water” 
The gentle dead drain man heartbeat from his chest.
Episode 3 (to be continued) 
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#The Alkamba Times. 
Poetry
2 min read

The Arrogant King In The Village

April 23, 2024

The Arrogant King In The Village

The King Speech,
“We are the trait,
The flesh of their bone,
The ancestry spirit of our art is portrayed.
We cried hard for freedom,
But mentally enslaved”.
“We were the kings,
Sailing our children in exchange for means”.
“We concord many townlets,
We wounded numerous soldiers,
We scatter stones,
And we never run from war,
But come down to our people to search for choice”.
“When the moonlight comes in a distance,
We regretted our act with dismay”.
“In the manifestation of our houses,
The King palace display medal of golds,
We have won the battlefield,
Declaring slavery is banned in place,
But our resources in a word would be replaced”.
“I am the king of the land,
Unavailable for petty talks,
The silence that I urged to come,
Beheaded you, if you interrupt”.
The King continued to speak.
“My name is what the birds sang,
Whoever protested in the kingdom,
Against my unfavorable agreement,
Would be utterly disgraced, shamed, and Named”
Powerless the weak-minded man screams,
“Power to the powerless,
The land we grace, our ancestors save,
My blood, I serve to free our case.
We gave you the power to save our village,
Beheaded me, for less I care,
Our land, our little heaven, is here to stay”.
As the king walked out of his throne,
Thousand of people were silent in shape,
The sound of his foot could be heard.
The King speak,
“My name is what the birds sang,
Within minutes he chopped off the man’s finger.
Whispering in his ears,
The village isn’t afraid, but I will freeze them within minutes”
A beautiful woman appeared in light from a ray of sunlight,
Uniquely dress in a red gown,
Her Majesty walking and tapped the king,
“He’s your son, show some mercy I seek”,
To be continued! In Episode2
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Poetry
1 min read

Alkamba Times (Poem)

April 23, 2024

Alkamba Times (Poem)

The Alkamba Times has arrived,
Unraveling the truth without personal affiliates.

A young Gambian Time under rising,
Ready not to discriminate,
But determine to disseminate accurate information.

This is not about defamation,
Others say character assassination,
But a quest for the people to know their respective country information.

This is our own line, the news time,
Read, watch Our unique way of formulating
And promoting our population rhymes.

This is our country’s pride,
A platform to access information according to our rights.

Come on, It is something new,
call the generation production team,
The new era of development in terms of news.

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