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The Children Who Mourn
And even the night as well — does not with its deafness —
In the blink we watch it undress,
And sleep escapes us,
Hear,…
In The Dead of Night
08/18
Insomnia…
A new friend.
One of those things that happen to other people
I lie staring up into the dark
I…
‘Fore the Monsoon is Near
Sitting by the window
I watch the rain fall
In my left hand a hard boiled egg,
the right a cup of coffee
I…
# Gambians Online Episode 1: The Imam and the Accusation [FICTION]
What's Up Gambia posted an update:
Imam impregnates young girl - mosque erupts in scandal!
* Bakary Dampha: astagfirullah!…
Woke Is Not Noisy
Woke - to be aware of social injustice, to see beyond the facade of social construct, to be aware of the connection between self…
How Tobaski Ram Becomes Pressure Cooker in a Harmonious Home
No one in our shores is oblivious of the feel good factor that comes with a sacrificial ram. It puts smiles on the faces of…
Seeping Souls
The old furniture that gets shipped in.
A pile of them by the road side. Faded leather, bug ridden.
The man with the hungry…
Alieu Badara and the “Bandi” Inspiration
It all started when he got into action movies. After he received that bag full of DVDs from his uncle on one of his visits from…
Rape at the Time of Political Uncertainty
The mass exodus of Gambians to neighboring Senegal and remote border villages in the frenzied scramble for safety when Yaya Jammeh…
She (a poem)
To the young girl, lady or old woman who suffered or is suffering the pains of a splitting tenderness, I give you my words…
A bed…
