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Bleeding By the Credence Table
For the countless women and little girls who were sexually violated by and lost their lives to people who they had trusted, in…
To Dance In The Dark
Today I danced in the dark. I twirled around and swung my hips. I held my waist and shuffled back and forth. With my eyes closed…
Eye of the Chicken: The Adventures of Cluck-kan
So, a few days ago, one of my dogs caught some poor hen’s son, the second one in 3 days. It probably belongs to one of the…
Sunu Customer Care
You go to the bank
On an empty tank
Then you see no smiles
After traveling miles
You talk to some staff…
Tida Pinti-Panta: A Tale of Hessal, Lakka and Redemption
Tida sells groceries at the little market by the road that leads to the market; onions, tomato paste, palm oil, an endless variety…
Close Your Eyes and See (What Gambia Could Be)
I’m an idealist. It has been said many times. By those who merely want to point out the fact, as well as those who make it sound…
Jarrgah, the Djinn and the Tamarind Tree
You might have heard the saying “bu nit bugeh dakharr, jineh buga dakharr, ku aek danu”. It is a wolof proverb. If we were to…
Ever Advancing… Ever Receding
Two souls, strangers to each other only moments before, inconspicuous in the magnitude of the world, they hover in a dream-like…
Some Meat in the Stew
He had rags on. I would call them rags because I'm privileged and the privileged do not know the value of a few strips of cloth on…
The Peak Milk Picture Thing
As a child, there were few things I found more fascinating than the picture on the paper wrapped around the tins of Peak Milk.…
