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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.

INNA LILLAHI WA INNA ILAIHI RAJI’UN

October 15, 2014
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LATE MOHAMMED LAMIN MASS

LATE MOHAMMED LAMIN MASS

The Mass Family, Karamo Mass and family, Nene Binta Mass and family  and Sarjo Mass and family all of the United Kingdom, Jainaba Mass and the rest of the Mass family in the United States of America, Sainey Mass and Family of Germany, regret to announce the sudden,  unexpected and untimely death of their son and nephew, Momodou Lamin Mass who died yesterday 14th October 2014 at Plaistow, London, United kingdom. This sad news is also extended to all Gambians home and abroad.

Late Muhammad Lamin Mass is the son of elder brother Lamin Mass of the Gambia. The family intend to repatriate the corpse to the Gambia for burial at home.  All those who wish to contribute towards this goodwill gesture can contribute into the account  below:

Mr. K.  Mass

Barclays Bank Plc

Account Number: 53907325

Sort Code number: 20-40-73

Please it would help if you put in reference so that it would be easy for the family.  Anonymous donors are also welcome.  Help the mass family to repatriate young Mohammad Lamin back to the Gambia for burial. May Allah grant him Jannah.

THE GIRL GENERATION LAUNCHES IN LONDON

October 12, 2014
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THE AUTHOR

THE AUTHOR

HORRORS OF FGM

HORRORS OF FGM

BY SARATA JABBI

The Girl Generation in collaboration with Southbank Centre’s WOW-women of the world festival on Friday launched a new global campaign: The Girl Generation. The launching that took place simultaneously with events for young people in Kenya, The Gambia and the UK was supported by the UK’s department of international development(DFID’s) historic investment, with the theme of all three events is ‘The Generation that Ends FGM’.

The London’s event was held in a form of a panel discussion where the Secretary of State for international development Hon Lynne Featherstone said they are showing their support but believed that the change has to come from Africa. She called on men and boys to demonstrate their support in ending FGM. “I want everyone regardless of your gender, race, culture, or religion to join the crusade in ending it, because I believe it’s a global issue and it’s really important for everyone to be involved”.

Hon Featherstone finally commended FGM survivors and activists for their braveness and hardworking towards the campaign against FGM.  For her part the education counsellor, Kenya High Commission, UK Margaret Lesuuda said many thinks performing FGM on their girls means cleanliness, but on the contrary it is harm on them. She emphasised that people needs to be educated about the effects it could do to girls and women. As Education she added is the biggest tool in ending the practice. She said with educating our communities to be more aware of the dangers of FGM change will not take place effectively. She however urged people to let their girls stay in education, for them to know their rights and know how to make change happen in their generation.

Nimco Ali co-founder of Daughters of Eve and anti FGM campaigner also added her voice and said FGM is a global issue but mainly an African, as a matter of fact she called on Africans to be more involve in eradicating it. “If everyone take it as a responsibility on them and campaign against FGM, empower women and girls, and then poverty will end in Africa”.

“Until we get a zero tolerant to FGM we will be living in an unequal world”, said Jude Kelly, OBE: Artist Director of Southbank centre. Jude further stated that although the campaign is going well but still more needs to be done as many women especially refugee women needs help. The event was attended by several FGM survivor and activists, gender activists across the UK.

THE PAIN OF A BITTER-SWEET LOVE NEST

September 21, 2014
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JABOU AND SAM POLEL

JABOU AND SAM POLEL

Sam Polel is not handsome but has striking features and wore an aura of a likable personality. To some of his sceptics, he is a player. His friends, on the other hand, envied him, as been a ladies man. Anywhere Sam Polel goes, ladies fall for him like dry leaves fly from a tree branch in a windy afternoon. Unlike most of his friends, he pays meticulous attention to his appearance. He will never leave his house without first ascertaining the colours of his dress fall in perfect matching order and loves carrying a mesmerizing flagrance. Sam Polel is slender and of a medium height with a shiny ebony skin. His best mate, Demfadou, is squared-shoulder, muscular and has an oval face with carefully chiselled high cheekbones and a pointed nose. He has a light skin and striking eyes almost feminine-like. His tall posture is erectly pencilled and accentuated prominently by his flat stomach. Demfadou’s enviable statue always stands him out like a lone star among his friends. Despite his magnetic looks, he is shy and lacks confidence in approaching and wooing women.

Demfadou with all his good looks is not lucky when it comes to women. “Polel”, he fondly addresses his best mate, “do you think something is not right with me?” he caught Sam Polel off guard with his rhetoric query. “What…what do you mean by that?” challenged Polel sheepishly. “Well, you almost get every girl you want and I seem to run out of luck with them yet I am more handsome than you. Please let me into your secret”, cajoled Demfadou. “Don’t be silly Dem. Perhaps you are just going after the wrong ones”, laughed Sam Polel. “This isn’t funny. I am utterly serious”, retorted Demfadou. “Listen Mawdo Pullo, this is really beyond my understanding. Honestly, I thought you were just on again with one of your many silly jokes. What happens to Sibo anyway?” demanded Polel scoldingly. “Please don’t go there. Guess what? She is head over heels with you. She decided to go out with me only because she has eyes for you and thought she will eventually make you fall for her too”, he lamented sadly. “Seriously, you are losing it Mawdo. How can you even come up with such a laughable thought? Are you out of your mind?” charged Sam Polel. “Maybe you are right, I am out of my mind but I can’t remember when I was sectioned. She confessed her feelings to me last night when you left us at the house”, revealed Demfadou. “You know what, don’t let her drowned you in an ocean of rejection. You will soon meet your soul mate”, Polel reassured his mate.

Jabou, Nyakoi’s colleague, is a tall, very pretty and light-skinned Mandingo girl almost passing for a Fulani. She is every man’s dream woman, slender, curvy hips and a carefully notched round butt. Her charming face is dotted with two piercing gorgeous eyes and a leaned pointed nose. Whenever Jabou smiles, her velvety and succulent lips retreat like ebbing waves revealing a set of evenly arranged whitish teeth which illuminate against her smooth light skin like soothing stars in a milky way. What is even more beguiling about her is the dimples that surfaces on her cheeks every time she smiles giving her a flawless gorgeous look. Most girls endowed with similar beauty radiate a pugnacious arrogance around them but Jabou is down to earth, approachable and very sociable.

Nyakoi, Sam Polel’s girlfriend, is nick-named by her friends as Lux, a bandit version for local or uncivilized. However, she is blessed with rare inviting features and a bubbly personality. She is mediumly built with a flawless face. Her two greatest features are her full lips and even boobs which most women will go out of their way to have. These are complimented by a perfect glossy ebony skin. Her smile is equally contagious. Nyakoi wears an imperturbable attitude which wins her many associates. Both Nyakoi and Jabou are successful bankers. They are not the closest of friends but share the circle of friends and hang out from time to time. Their friendship is purely centred on when they need one another. For instance, Jabou likes going to the pictures but doesn’t fancy going alone and Nyakoi sometime needs a shoulder to cry on which Jabou is always ready to offer.  Jabou, on the one hand is a party girl while Nyakoi, on the other hand, pays little or no attention to her looks and despises parties. Albeit it she is a banker and meet many dignitaries often, her dress code is well below standard. As a result, Sam Polel often goes to parties and functions without her.

“Jabou, I have noticed how Polel eyes you. Perhaps you may find it weird but I would like to hook you two up”, suggested Nyakoi. “What do you take me for? I appreciate we are not close but at least we are work colleagues and often hang out together. I would be lying to say I don’t fancy Sam but how will the others see me if they find out that I am now seeing him?” Jabou asked quizzically. “What is more important, your personal happiness or other people’s opinion about you? Listen darling, whatever you do in this world, some people will interpret it differently. Some will even go to an extend of fabricating despicable stories about you. Yes, they will talk and say all kind of stuff about you and him but at the end of the day your personal happiness comes first. Moreover, they will not continue to talk forever”, encouraged Nyakoi. “Tell me girlfriend what actually drove this crazy idea into your head all of a sudden?” demanded Jabou. “It is said all that glitters is not gold. Polel and I have been going out for some time now but the truth is we are not an item as most of you perceived. As a result, I don’t want to continue holding onto him with a thin hope that things will work out between us one day. That day will never come. Consequently, it is not fair on him for me to hold him back from pursuing his happiness. I have been observing you too for a while and realize that you two are definitely perfect for each other”, explained Nyakoi. “Just hold it there. I will not feel comfortable with him in as much as I want him, it is just not right girlfriend”, countered Jabou. “You know what, this is a done deal. I will speak to Polel about it later and I insist that you two give it a go. It may be hard for both of you at the beginning but eventually you will get over it. Happiness is paramount darling”, concluded Nyakoi.

“Babe, you not looking all yourself today is anything the matter?” inquired Sam Polel. “No, not at all Polel. I have been seriously thinking about us lately and it is about time we accept the fact that it will never work between us”, began Nyakoi. “Are you seeing someone?” demanded Sam angrily. “Just drop it. How could you of all people think so low of me after all these years we have been together? I am not seeing anyone. I am different between you because I refused to live in denial. We both know that we have reached the end of the road of our relationship. Just look how stressed we get with each other over simple things, Sam”, reasoned Nyakoi. “I have been thinking too but we can still work things out darling,” Sam tried to explained. “There is nothing left between us to salvage. It has burnout itself can’t you see the obvious? Stop acting like the proverbial ostrich and face your demon, Sam”, challenged Nyakoi. “I know but we can still figure a way out”, began Sam. “I have spoken to Jabou at length today. Both of us know you two are an item and I would love you to get together for your personal happiness”, suggested Nyakoi. “Oh, hell no you are definitely talking blah blah. How can I break up with you and hock up with your friend?” asked Sam sheepishly. “Jabou and I are work colleagues and even if we were best friends, I am not selfish. You two will be great and happy together instead of us continuing to be stuck with one another. You are neither happy nor am I. At least if you get together, we will all eventually be happy and to me that is what really matters”, countered Nyakoi.

After what seems to be a never ending persuasion and counter argument, Nyakoi finally prevailed over both Jabou and Sam Polel to get together as couple. However, the new couple agreed to keep their new found love under rap and cover until they are both ready to go public.

Sulayman Jeng, Birmingham, UK

AMADOU’S BRUSH WITH INJUSTICE

August 30, 2014
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BABILI MANSA

BABILI MANSA

Amadou is a very shy but upright man who resides in Kankary Kunda. He alerts and avails himself to the needs and aspirations of his community particularly those who are in dire need of financial and moral support. Albeit he most often goes the extra mile to be there for anyone that requires his assistance in one form or another, he is also conscious of not overstepping his moral and religious obligations. He treats all his neighbours equally. Amadou is so generous that he is dotingly nicknamed Mobayta by his friends and family. His house was never short of visitors. His family especially the little ones could not understand why he has so many visitors day in and day out. At one point, it was highly rumoured that he was aspiring for a political position. Soon it dawned on his friends and family that Amadou nurses no political ambition. His best and childhood friend, Samba once confronted him: “Ams why are you so unwittingly generous?” Amadou was taken aback by Samba’s unexpected rhetoric question. For a while he was quiet battling to figure out the right answer to his friend’s query. As if Samba has forced him to plunge into a deep reality check pool, his mind exploded with conflicting reasons. Some painted him as a fool who deprived his family only to help others who do not even appreciate his kindness while others glorified him as a man who gives to his community without expecting any returns. After what seems an unending silence, Amadou finally found his voice and replied: “One who does not live for his community is never missed by its”.

 As Director of the Department of Care and Hospitality, Amadou is always mindful of not mixing business with pleasure. Consequently, he admonished all his friends and family that his office is purely for official matters; anyone who has a personal issue should come to his house instead. Those who could not draw a line between business and personal matters saw him as a martinet and a very strict person. Some of his colleagues at work who often entertain their friends and families at work considered him as the bad apple in the bag. Word soon started going round the department that he was cold and callous. Anytime he walks the corridors of the department, chilling whispers followed his footsteps. Once in a while he summons some of his junior staff to caution them about using their offices for personal issues such as allowing their friends to abuse the office telephones. Furthermore, he established a very strict break system for his department which curbed down the amount of time wasted by some of his staff loitering in and out of office during official hours without reason. This earned him a handful of scheming foes. Whenever he is at work; the idle one feels unease. They tried everything possible to influence him. One of such was to set him up with charming girls. Anytime he was alone in his office, they will send in a very beautiful girl provocatively dress to charm him. Again this failed abysmally to their greatest disappointment. When it became clear that it was not possible to seduce him, they spread another story that he was so scared of his wife that he could not look at another woman. Some even went further to conclude that his wife’s marabou has turned him blind to other women. Their every effort to bring him on board failed.

One day, the Seyfo of Kankary Kunda gave a new decree that every fortnight everyone in Kankary Kunda must attend his Mansa bengo. The Mansa bengo was an occasion to while away time, fornicate and waste community resources. It was also a moment for merry making by wining and dining with the Seyfo. Loud music from various cultural groups of Kankary Kunda fills its airs. The Seyfo dressed in a white kaftan sits under a makeshift shed surrounded by his “Konsin mbaroos”-security guards and council of elders. The Konsin mbaroos carried strange weapons which mesmerised the people. The Seyfo, Afang Karamo Kankuntu Nyapinkang Jaralaa Mansa, smiled as he browsed through the huge crowd. His gaze lingered on a very beautiful young girl before his scary face broke into a devilish smile. He then turned and whispered to his chief security. He took a bundle of cash and handed it to his guard to give to his latest prey-the charming young face in the crowd. Amadou was not happy which what was going on. He promised himself that he will not attend the next Mansa bengo. He could not understand how the Seyfo could be so lavish when most of his people were languishing in abject poverty. As he drifted into a captivating day dream, he recollected his father demanding “What kind of a neighbour will go to bed with a full stomach while his neighbour goes with an empty and crying stomach?” Suddenly, he was catapulted back to reality with a nauseating uproar by the crowd and saw the Seyfo dancing like a Nfanbondi.

In his train of thoughts, he wondered if as little as quarter of the resources spent on the Mansa bengo was used to build good road networks, it will go a long way to harness travelling between the wards of Kankary Kunda. It will also make it easy for traders to transport their products from one market place to another. Once the economy booms, the health sector will also be improved since the educational sector is being looked after by the Toubaboo. He decided to suggest that to the Alkali of Seyfo Kunda since he was also overseeing his department. Perhaps the Alkali will also suggest the same to the Seyfo. On a second thought he decided to keep his idea to himself less he is perceived as anti-establishment.

The next Mansa bengo was observed without Amadou. This did not go down well with the Seyfo. He called his Alkali and thundered: “I knew it…Yes, I knew it…Amadou is a very bad citizen. He is one of my enemies. Why didn’t he grace the last Mansa bengo?”The Alkali tried to reason what might compelled Amadou not to attend the Mansa bengo. He said, perhaps, Amadou was either ill or out of town. “No!” roared the Seyfo “I know he is planning a plot against me. But I will teach him a lesson.” At that point the Alkali kept his peace and let the Seyfo continue to rattle. Shortly after the Alkali left his office, the Seyfo rang the Kebba of Nyapinkang Agency and ordered for the immediate arrest and detention of Amadou.

As soon as the Seyfo hung up on the other side, Kebba of Nyapinkang Agency began bobbing up and down his lavish office contemplating whether to carry out the Seyfo’s order. He knew Amadou as a very righteous, generous and caring man who commands a lot of respect from the community. Arresting him will spell gross misappropriation of justice. Furthermore, it will depict him as a puppet and unpatriotic who abets in the miscarriages of justice. On the hand, if he fails to arrest and detain Amadou as ordered by the Seyfo, he will not only lose his job but also might equally be arrested, detained and tortured. Either choice has damning consequences, he observed. He took a deep breath and caressed his nose unconsciously as a thought flashed like a lightening in his clouded mind. “Why didn’t I think of that before?” he heard himself thinking aloud. He took his private cell and phone Amadou. “What a pleasant surprise”, Amadou said from the other end. “Listen Na Kebba, we don’t have much time to waste on pleasantries. I have just received an order for your arrest from the Seyfo but I am giving you enough time to ready yourself and run for your safety”, countered Kebba of Nyapinkang Agency. At least, thinking this time he has done the right thing. “Are you out of your mind? How can I abscond and leave my family behind beside that will only confirm I have committed a crime. No, I am not going anywhere. You go ahead and execute the order”, Amadou sternly maintained. “Perhaps, Na Kebba, for once put your family before righteous. If you leave now, you will settle before you even realize and then arrange for your family to join you. But if you remain adamant and subsequently get arrested, tortured and/or even killed, who will look after the same family you talking about?” he tested Amadou.

“Hello…Hello…Amadou, are you still there?” as the long silence grew. Amadou was thinking of what Kebba of Nyapinkang just told him. Yes, it makes a lot of sense. Whatever choice he made, his family will be without him until God knows when. Should he run away as suggested by Kebba of Nyapinkang or should he stay and dare the devil he thought. “Yes, hello. I am still here, just thinking of my options”, he said when he finally found his voice. “Listen, Na Kebba, time is against us. Just go please”, he begged Amadou. “In as much as I would love to, my gut is telling me to stay and face whatever awaits me. Thanks so much for your kindness”, Amadou concluded and hang up. “Stupid!” he roared and banged his mahogany executive desk upsetting it neat and beautiful flower vases, pens, photos and files. “Are you okay boss?” queried his slender and charming young secretary as she walked majestically into his office. “Do I look like I am?” he snapped at her. “Oh darling”, she said soothingly as she wrapped her tender arms around him and planted her succulent lips on his. The touched of her moist and tender lips and her pleasant fragrance vehicle him to cloud seven and shortly brushing Amadou’s issue into the bin of his mind.

A loud knock on the door jolted them from their erotic position. “Come in please”, Kebba said reluctantly straightening his suit as he walks to stand behind his desk pretending to dictate a memo for his secretary. His deputy walked in looking very flustered. “Kelefa, what is it again? Whatever it is, let it wait. Now go and get two officers and pick up Amadou for detention”, he dismissed Kelefa with a wave of hand. Kelefa’s lights up with the order like a child seeing his father sing and almost run out his boss’s office. Kelefa is always excited by orders of arresting people especially the likes of Amadou.

Sulayman Jeng, UK