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NDEY JAWARA OF KOMBO BRUFUT PASSES AWAY IN COVENTRY, UK

March 1, 2015
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THE LATE NDEY JAWARA

THE LATE NDEY JAWARA

INNA LILLAAHI WA INNA ILAIHI RAJ’UN

Mr Lamin Jatta and Family regret to announce the unanticipated demise of a wife, sister and daughter Mrs Ndey Jawara. The late Ndey Jawara hailed from Brufut, Kombo North district and resided at Coventry, West Midlands until her demise. This heart-breaking event occurred on Saturday 28 February 2015 at the Coventry hospital.

Arrangements are been made to repatriate Ndey Jawara’s body to the Gambia for fitting funeral rites. Gambians and friends of the Gambia in both Europe and America are urged to donate generously for the repatriation. All contributions and donations which cannot be made in person can be paid into the following account number:

Account Name: Mr Sanna K. Touray

Sort Code: 30-93-54

Account Number: 19752068

Bank: Lloyds Bank

No gesture will be too small or big. May the departed soul rest in peace. Amen.

HISTORICAL REVISIONISM: JAMMEH-STYLE

February 25, 2015
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GAMBIA'S POLITICAL WHORE

GAMBIA’S POLITICAL WHORE

UNCLE SIDI-A VOICE OF REASON

UNCLE SIDI-A VOICE OF REASON

“The most effective way to destroy people is to deny and obliterate their own understanding of their history.” ― George Orwell

Historical revisionism is the act of deliberate distortion of historical fact and evidence for political, social and cultural purposes.

The old Soviet Union and present-day North Korea, an ally of The Gambia, may have perfected the art but the Gambian dictator is attempting at refining it in the most brazen and blatantly inept way that characterizes the dictatorship.

To understand the reason for Jammeh’s revisionist activism, you must understand his personality and his Cassamance background. Jammeh has a personality problem emanating from a troubled past that weighs heavily on him – an issue confirmed by his military trainers and colleagues in the military police.

He feels rejected by Gambians because of his origins and his tribal affiliation.  He also has a deep-rooted feeling that because of his humble beginnings and an unaccomplished career both as a student and a military police, as some might put it; Gambians have little respect for him despite being the political leader of the country.  These feelings appear to be deep-rooted based on past public utterances and insinuations.

Admittedly, Jammeh has every right to feel the way he does about Gambians because it is through vote rigging that he managed to ensure his re-election on three separate occasions.  Without stuffing the ballot, Jammeh knows he cannot win a free, fair and transparent election despite his 20-year record in office and his claim that he has brought “infrastructural development” to the country.  For that, he holds Gambians in contempt because of “their ungratefulness” as he once described residents of Banjul when they decided to elect a native Banjulian Mayor of the capital city.

The 50th Anniversary of Gambia’s independence provided the occasion for the dictatorship to rewrite Gambia’s history. But something happened last 30th December that cemented Jammeh’s conviction that Gambians will do anything and everything to dislodge him from a position he has convinced himself to earn meritoriously.  Because the State House attack primarily was organized from abroad, and the fact that it nearly succeeded causing many deaths on both sides, his vulnerability has made him more paranoid and highly dangerous.  Jammeh is looking for revenge.  As a source in Banjul told me recently, ‘this is war’.

The war Jammeh is waging is two-pronged.  He is maiming, jailing, torturing and exiling as many of his real and imagined enemies as his notorious National Intelligence Agency (NIA) can “process”, to borrow a term used by a former NIA agent which suggests an assembly line approach to human brutality.

On the other flank, Jammeh is engaged in revising Gambian history by embellishing the history of a country he admits he lacks the knowledge of its rich history.  He blames the school curricula for not teaching Gambian history.  He has a point there.  But for someone who has been president for 20 years, Jammeh should have exerted individual effort to read the history of The Gambia he heads – typical Jammeh; he will blame everyone but himself.

British colonial history has not been spared in Jammeh’s revisionism, all 400 years of it leaving only one high school, which perhaps is the reason for Gambia’s economic backwardness.  It is also the failure of democracy – a British import – that brought nothing but misery, mayhem and disorder to The Gambian people resulting in further underdevelopment.

The renaming of the Sayerr Jobe Avenue, the main thoroughfare of the biggest urban area in The Gambia, to Yankuba Colley Highway is part of the assault on Gambia’s history.  Sayerr Jobe, the founder of Serre Kunda village in the early part of the last century, is a highly revered historical figure in Gambian history.  To exchange his name for the Mayor of Kanifing Municipal Council, a primary school drop-out who was dismissed from the police force and ended up as watchman at a local bus depot, is a slap in the face of not only the Jobe family of Serre Kunda but to Gambians at large.

It is feared that other major thoroughfares and other landmarks currently bearing the names of historical figures are targeted for renaming.  Like Yankuba Colley whose only qualification for being so honoured is he is Mayor of KMC with a highly deplorable record, others who will be honoured later will not be any more deserving than the primary school drop-out and former watchman.

The revisionism exercise continues under the direction of a deeply distraught and confused leader who admitted to a startling audience that it was only recently that he discovered who Edward Francis Small was – a Gambian trade unionist and politician who many consider to be the Father of Gambia’s Independence Movement.

Source: SIDI SANNEH’S BLOG

KARAMO SANNEH URGENTLY NEEDS YOUR ASSISTANCE, PLEASE HELP

February 5, 2015
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KARAMO SANNEH-NEEDS YOU.

KARAMO SANNEH-NEEDS YOU.

Karamo Sanneh, a 37-year-old Gambian, resident of Tallinding in the Kanifing Municipality is in dire need of urgent financial help to go for an overseas medical treatment. According to a medical report from the Edward Francis Small Teaching Hospital (EFSTH), Karamo was referred from Medical Research Council (MRC) in May 2012 with diagnosis of membrane-proliferative-glomerulonephritis type I, with active microangiopathic and tubular atrophy. In other words, he is a known chronic renal disease patient who immediately needs medical attention to save his life. He is being followed up

He is being followed up at the Nephrology Unit since then.  Recently, he started experiencing abdominal distension, bilateral pedal oedema, general weakness and occasional dizziness. Sanneh is a family man who depends only on him for their sustenance and there is nobody to take care of his family. Please for the sake of goodness and kindness help Karamo get the medical attention he urgently needs. No penny or pound will be small. Donate generously to safe Karamo and his family.

In this regard, he appeals to the government, NGOs, philanthropists, private sector and individuals both home and abroad to come to his aid. Please…please…please help Karamo Sanneh. Anyone willing to help Karamo Sanneh can contact him on the following numbers: (+220) 9921225/9119983.

NYAW NYING, GAMBIA’S GREATEST MUSICAL TALENT, PASSED AWAY

January 28, 2015
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THE LATE NYAW NYING

THE LATE NYAW NYING

From Allah we are from, to Him we shall return. Nyaw Nying has gone into blissful eternal sleep. The Gambian music industry on 27th January 2015 lost a great musical talent in Nyaw Nying. Momodou Nying fondly revered as Nyaw is widely regarded as one the greatest and talented drummers in Gambia’s history. Son to a famous Wolof Griot drummer, Mam Samba Nying, Nyaw broke tradition by stepping into contemporary music. He became a formidable band member of the famous Ifang Bondi, one of Africa’s first bands to combine pop music with African roots.  His two songs, “Taalibe” and “Sunyu Metit” are featured on Ifang Bondi album “Sanjo”. Nyaw served with distinction as he not only served as a drummer extraordinaire but also a percussionist and a great vocalist.

Nyaw was one of the founding members of the defunct Karantaba Jazz Band which was founded and managed by the legendary Bai Janha, one of the finest guitar players ever to come out of Africa. Bai and Nyaw were as close as his sister Sirra Bigay Nying, also a drummer, is married to Bai Janha. Nyaw is reported to have played a pivotal role in helping Karantaba band win a prestigious prize in an African festival organized by former President of Libya, Col Muamar Gadhafi. Following the defunct of Karantaba, Nyaw went on to join Jaliba Kuyateh, Gambia’s crowned king of Kora and became the Kumareh Band’s drum kit master until his untimely demise.

He extensively travelled around the world with Jaliba Kuyateh and the Kumareh Band performing at musical jamborees in France, the Netherlands, UK, USA, Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Guinea Bissau, Senegal etc. He was a major force at the Kumareh Band recollects Lamin Jassey, Jaliba Kuyateh’s promoter in the UK. “The demise of Nyaw Nying is a great loss to the Kumareh band, the Gambia music industry and the fans of Jaliba music. The man was a very dedicated, discipline and hardworking member of the band. He is also a man of few words who does not even hurt a fly, much more his fellow human being. I can confess that He was very much admired by Jaliba for his outstanding skills and distinguished good character”, Jassey narrated.

Nyaw was happily married with two wives and survived by children. One of his sons, Samba Nying is said to be an excellent drum kit master just like his late father. Recently at a music festival in Venezuela, he captivated the hearts and minds of his audience with the way he played the drum kit at such a young age. Many believed it is all not lost with the demise of Nyaw as his son is set to keep the legacy of his father alive. The former Kumareh band drummer will be laid to rest today at 5.00pm Gambian time in New Jeshwang. May his soul rest in perfect peace.

 

THE PULSATING POWER OF LOVE

December 14, 2014
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THE FOREHEAD KISS

THE FOREHEAD KISS

Sulayman Jeng

Sulayman Jeng

Mbarodi Gainako hails from Daa nde maayo, a stone throw from Munku Baa-the cosmopolitan city of Yee lam ngalu. Mbarodi, as he is dotingly venerated, is medium in stature with a radiant chocolate skin. He is athletic. His childlike oval Fulani face has striking milky eyes glaringly accentuated by meticulously chiselled cheekbones and a pointed nose. He is shy but wears a magnetic aura of confidence and high self-esteem. Mbarodi’s stomach is neither flat nor beer bellied. His well-defined full chest hangs on a slightly crescent shoulder. Mbarodi’s strides are majestic and immaculate. When he speaks, his voice is soothingly soft and deep. Unlike his father, Mbarodi is a big softy with a cheeky sense of humour.

Mbarodi is third in a family of seven comprising four sisters and three brothers. Ngelajo, his father, was tall, muscular and grudgingly handsome. He had two wives: Affo, Mbarodi’s mum and Kodda-the youngest and pettiest of the two. Kodda was the favourite. However, unlike Affo, she is not blessed with the joy of motherhood. As a result, she was given Mbarodi to bring up as her own by Affo. Affo and Kodda were like two sisters. Many could not understand how these two opposite women sharing the love of their man get on so well. Others attributed their bond to Affo’s maturity and treatment of Kodda as a junior sister. Some awarded the credit to Ngelajo for been a stern head of the household. Ngelajo was an uncompromising disciplinarian. His eyes are huge and reddish which get even more blazer when he is tired and/or wakes up from a nap. Everyone was very afraid of Ngelajo despite he never hit his children or wives. Ngelajo spent most of his time at the market where he runs a butchery. While Penowo, their lousy neighbour, was convinced that Ngelajo has charmed his two wives to be very good friends, many concluded the mutual understanding and respect between them squarely rested on their warm and sociable personalities. Mbarodi grew up thinking Kodda was his biological mother until he discovered Affo was his real mother.

Mbarodi and Madea met at work, the Ngalu Development Bank. She was assigned to train him as a new cashier. Madea left her house early to catch up with some pending office work before her new trainee arrived. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on her office door. “Come in”, she shouted as she continued working on her desktop. “Madam Madea?” asked a young man in a slim-fit dark suit nervously.  She looked up, smiled and motioned for him to take a seat. “I can see you are an early bird too”, she said before leaning to shake his hand. “I am Mbarodi Gainako, the new trainee cashier”, as he flipped out some ID and letters. “I recognised you. I had a looked at your file couple of weeks ago and saw you during your interview. Great credentials”, she complimented. Madea is an enchanting ebony-skinned Mandingo girl from Kankary Kunda. She is slender with curvy hips and a judiciously carved spiral butt. Her charming face is dotted with two piercing gorgeous eyes and a leaned pointed nose. Madea’s deep necklines and folds bequeaths her with an entrancing beauty only bespoke the virgins in heaven. When she smiles, her succulent and silky lips retreat like ebbing surfs illuminating a set of evenly arranged whitish teeth which irradiate her smooth and sleek ebony skin like soothing stars in a milky way. What is even more beguiling about her is the dimples that surface on her cheeks every time she smiles giving her a flawless gorgeous look. She has so much confidence that she is void of any tension. Her calmness is equally contagious.

Gazing into her beautiful and innocent face in rapture, he realized he has just fallen in love with her. He thought it would be incredible if this angel falls for him too. Her caressing voice jolted him back to her office. He scolded himself for oafishly flirting with the idea of this successful gorgeous banker falling in love with a trainee-cashier. A couple of days ago, he was resolved not to fall in love with any girl until he builds a solid future for himself. He commits himself to be on a good footing before starting a family which he can provide for, support and protect.  Mbarodi loathes having children he cannot give a good start in life such as good education, comfortable housing and regular meals. Suddenly, he realised for the first time in his life he is compromising his resolution and life does not always turn out as planned.

“You seem to be miles away from here. Well, young man I will give you a word of advice. As a cashier dealing with huge amounts of cash the last thing you need is distraction. Whatever is consuming your concentration must wait at the door until you finished work. Otherwise your till will not balance and/or you may end up being in a hot soup. If you don’t mind me asking, is anything the matter?” she asked caringly. “Oh, no…no. nothing absolutely”, he stumbled. “Just checking, my darling. To be honest with you that look on your face a minute ago expressed something really more than nothing did. But if you don’t want to discuss it, I will respect your opinion. But always remember concentration is the key”, she assured him. One of her greatest traits is thoughtfulness complimented by her endearing personality. He was so wrapped up in her soothing voice and enchanting looks that he kangarooed when he heard her called him my darling. As if the two words had magic spell on him, he braved himself and sitting down he heard himself mumbling, “Madea, we have spoken about a great many things since I started my training with you. However, one thing we still did not talk about is…” he then lost his tongue. He felt humiliated. “How could I do this to myself before the woman I love?” he faulted himself quietly. “What didn’t we talk about, Mbarodi?” tested Madea after waiting for a while for him to say but to no avail. “Holidays”, he sheepishly managed to say. “Oh, I see. Holidays, sick leaves, wages and pension are all clearly stipulated in your contract letter. Perhaps, you need to carefully go over it one more time”, she suggested. She watched him so closely albeit she tried very hard to pretend she was not. She was getting fond of him too and she wished he were thinking what she was thinking.

They have spent so much time together since he has started work at the bank that her feelings for him were growing so fast she thought it was inconceivable she would fall in love just like that. Sometimes after work, a few of them will go out for a drink or meal. At other times, they would go and watch the nawetan together. They got on very well and soon word began to circulate within the corridors of the bank that they were dating. One evening after a good meal at Seddal Sahull Restaurant, Mbarodi gazing into her enchanting eyes said, “What I wanted to say the other day is we never talked about us, you and I”. He reached out for her hands and mumbled, “I really like you. Will you marry me?” The silence which descended on them was overpowering. Her brain became overloaded with thoughts and images of her and Mbarodi in each other’s arms. The feeling was beautiful. Is he really the one for me? Her thoughts started conflicting. “He is a fine gentleman”, said one.  “Oh, hell no. That has nothing to do with being a soul mate”, argued another. “He isn’t an angel but he is caring, loving and loyal-which are the hallmarks of any lasting relationship”, the first countered. “Whatever…something about him is just too good to be real”, retorted the second. “Madea”, interrupted Mbarodi, “you don’t have to give me an answer now. Think about it carefully and let me know your response whenever you ready. I am willing to wait for your love much longer”. “Oh, no…no. I am just lost for words. It was the last thing I expected you would say”, she mumbled softly. “I don’t know what made me think you would want me any away. Just forget my childish hallucination. I value our friendship and I don’t want anything to soil it”, he cowardly volunteered. “Don’t be silly. I like you too,” she said smiling. “Really? Did you just say you love me too?” he croaked. “I said I like you too. May be if you try harder I will eventually fall in love with you. But for now…” he leaned across the table and passionately kissed her on the forehead before sealing his lips with hers. The ambiance was romantic and soothing.

Their romance blossomed into an enviable relationship. Everyone call them the perfect match: young, ambitious and truly in love. After celebrating their first anniversary of being together, Madea thought it was time to introduce him to her parents. “I want you to meet my parents today after work”, she told him as soon as he walked into her office. “Did they know about this?” He queried. “Of course they do. My dad is looking forward to meet the young man who stole his daughter’s heart. They are very nice. Just be normal when you meet them”, she admonished. “I am really nervous. What if they don’t like me?” he demanded. “What made you think you will not pass their test? My parents are educated moreover; my dad is liberal and fond of me. He will love anyone man that I love. Maybe he will warn you strictly though if you ever hurt me, you will have him to deal with”, she added reassuringly.

“Don’t get me wrong, Madea, he is a perfect gentleman. There is no doubt that he loves you but have you thought of what people and my friends will be saying about you, behind our backs?” her father asked after Mbarodi left. “I don’t understand what you are insinuating Baba? Is there any problem?” she probed.  “I think you are about to make the biggest mistake in your life by marrying a Fulani goldsmith”, interjected her father. Baba, please tell me this is a joke”, she begged her dadIgnoring her sarcasism, he continued, “Until now, Madea, you have always made your mother and me proud. Besides, I don’t want you to be hurt. Can’t you see he is a fortune chaser? Please my darling for once stop and think again carefully what this relationship will bring to our family. I want you to understand that I am not instructing you to live your life according to my dictates but as your father, I know what is best for you because I have always and will love you dearly. Don’t you have any gratitude for your family’s happiness and pride?” her father coaxed. “Gratitude!” Oh, please Baba come off your high horse”, she argued in disbelief, paused for what seems like eternity before putting her father on the spotlight, “Baba how can you stand there contradicting your own values and beliefs. As a child you thought me to treat everyone equally. You also made me appreciate no one is more human than the other. Furthermore, you said as Muslims, the best among us are only those nearer to Allah. What stopped you from teaching me as a child that I was not supposed to marry a Fulani or a goldsmith? I see…the difference between you and Mbarodi is you are so shallow you don’t even remember how to love a woman as he loves me. Look at mum…” “Enough!” interrupted her fuming dad, “Enough of the insults. Even your mothers dares not talk to me like that”, before storming out of the house into the street.

She ran to her mum, tears surging down her cheeks. She dropped her head into her hands trying to make sense of what her dad, a man she cherishes and highly revered, said about the love of her life. The next couple of hours were hell, the worse in her life. How could he she aghast. She was choking in her own heartache. “Don’t grieve my child. Your father will come round. I know. He will sooner than you thought. We have been married for thirty years and Allah willing we will witness many more years together. His senses are marred by blind prejudice and ignorance”, she cheered Madea caressing her braids affectionately. Her heart wept watching her daughter in so much anguish. Part of her wanted to go and confront her husband and another part wanted her to let sleeping dogs lie. Confronting him will only worsen the situation. She remembered when they first met at her cousin’s house. He was young, immaculate, charming and liberal. Kelefa was the president of the student union and a human rights activist. Like her daughter, she was equally gutted by his sudden superficiality and narrow-mindedness. Who would have thought in a million years that Kelefa would discriminate against another person? “This is really beyond me, Nna. Baba disgusts me. Did Mbarodi choose to be born a Fulani or goldsmiths? Does either make him less of a human being?”  She solicited angrily.” Don’t talk about your Baba like that. He is just confused but I am certain he will turn around when he comes”, her mum accentuated.

DEATH IN THE FAMILY

November 24, 2014
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THE LATE BAKARY JADAMA

THE LATE BAKARY JADAMA

“Surely we belong to Allan and to Him we shall return”, reminds us of death that we all await. It is with regret that Sulayman Jadama of Bristol, UK and the entire Jadama family in the Gambia, Europe and America announce the dead of a brother, uncle and son-Bakary Jadama in Sicily, Italy. This sad event took place on Saturday 22nd November 2014.

Bakary Jadama, who was born in 2nd February 1983, hailed from Farafenni in the North Bank Region. The news is extended to all Gambians around the world. The family is kindly soliciting financial assistance to repatriate the body to the Gambia for burial and religious rites. Anyone wishing to contribute in this kind gesture can do so through the following:

Account Name-MR S JADAMA

Sort Code: 40-14-20

Account #: 51419358

Bank-HSBC

Please donate generously. Every good deed will be generously rewarded by Allah (SWT).

Gambian Scholars Converge to Grace IAC Norway’s Gamo cum Seminar

October 20, 2014
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L-R Imam Ebrahim Touray, Imam Ebrahim Saidy, Imam Seedy Ali Janneh and Oustaza Gas Lowe Njie at Gamo cum Seminar

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Some of the participants at the Gamo

Gambian Scholars in Scandinavia converged on Saturday, 18th of October 2014 to grace a “Gamo” – Seminar organized by The Inter African Committee(IAC) in Norway, an organization that seeks to unlock the potential of minority women and Children. The theme of the seminar was: Imams, Men and Youths As agents of Change. The scholars who grace the event are ; kibaaro’s own Imam Seedy Ali Janneh based in Goteborg, Oustaza Gas Lowe Njie a female scholar based in Denmark, Imam Ebrahim Saidy and Imam Ebrahim Touray both based in Oslo. The Gamo which was well attended by people from different nationalities and different works of life took place at P-Hotels in Oslo. The schedule of the event range from presentations from the scholars on various topics, presentations by IAC boys and girls groups and break periods for prayers and refreshments.

Interesting topics were covered by the venerable scholars and topics range from early and forced marriages, rights of women in Islam, prevention of extremism, children’s rights in Islam and female genital mutilation. The distinguished Imam who hosts a religious program on Kibaaro Radio; Imam Seedy Ali Janneh tackled the topic early and forced marriages in Islam. Imam Janneh said that the girl child should only marry when she reaches maturity and that forced marriages are unacceptable in Islam. He buttressed that maturity is not only physical but mental as well. He cited verse of the Qur’an in the chapter of women to solidify his claims the nearest in meaning is ; God commanded the believer to properly take care of the wealth of orphans until they reach maturity and then hand it over to them. It shows that maturity that God is referring to is when one is able to decide what is good or bad for the person. Imam Janneh also deliberated on FGM a controversial topic amongst the Gambian community. Imam Seedy Ali Janneh was very clear when he indicated that FGM has nothing to do with Islam but a cultural Issue. It is a practice that was carried out by people well before the advent of the prophet of Islam. He reiterated that there are no valid evidence to indicate that FGM is an Islamic injunction.

The female scholar based in Denmark Oustaza Gas Lowe Njie deciphered the topic; rights of women in Islam. She was very eloquent in her deliberation. She pointed that the Islam does not suppress women but instead has given them numerous rights but said women should first fulfill the rights of the creator over them before claiming their rights. She illumine that the rights enjoyed by women under Islam 1400 years were alien in the west 2 centuries ago. She went on to buttress that before the advent of Islam or the coming of prophet Muhammed peace be upon him women were down trodden , it was even considered a shame to have a female child and men would bury their girl child alive. When Islam came all these barbaric crimes against women were put to a halt and women started enjoying equal status with men. She said women are Queens in both their household and outside. She urged fellow women to strive and make their marriages last forever. She lamented that women can win the hearts of their men if they are very caring and gentle. She also urged men not to take advantage of the kindness or gentleness of women. She cited the example of Khidijah the wife of the prophet of Islam who was a wealthy woman but offered all her wealth to the prophet but the prophet peace be upon him only urged her to take care of her wealth and give him only a little for sustenance. She said who dares surrender your wealth to men of today, they would go behind you and marry and second wife with it…laughs.

Prevention of extremism was treated by venerable Imam Ebrahim Saidy. Imam saidy hinted on what extremism means in Islam, counting that it is not a new term for the prophet peace upon warned muslims of going over the limit in daily life over 1400years ago. He said there are people today who have a very narrow version of Islam and these people don’t hesitate to call anyone who differs from their ideology of Islam as a “Kafir” (an unbeliever). If they declare you a kafir then they would make your life and your wealth lawful for pillage. He said in order to prevent extremism we need to take our knowledge from the Qur’an and Sunnah as interpreted by the rightly guided knowledgeable and humble elders of Islam. He said we have to be tolerant to each other in order for us to live in peace. He expounded that some people are very swift at condemning every act of goodwill that may have not been done by the prophet of Islam as an innovation in Islam without any basis.

Imam Ebrahim Touray delved on the rights of children in Islam. Imam Touray said muslims should be kind, dutiful and friendly to children because that was the way of the prophet peace be upon. He gave an example of Anas ibn Malick who said he lived with the prophet when he Anas was a child for 10years and the prophet never reprimanded him. The distinguished imam said we should show mercy to our children for those who don’t show mercy the most high would not show mercy on them. He emphasized that care and guardianship are amongst rights of children and parents should try by all means to raise their children in the best manner.

The Gamo cum Seminar was moderated by Kejau Touray a volunteer of IAC and wonderful Senegambian food was served as dinner. The closing remarks were delivered by Mbinkinding Fofana Manneh a member of the organizing committee. The event started at 5pm and lasted until an hour before midnight.