Soap is not foam but soap causes foam. Foam is not hard but foam covers soap! Once again Sey Pulloh's name has been scratched by wondering path-finders. Paths are not wrath so why use wrath when walking along these paths? Wanted dead or alive! Param! Who is the path-finder here? Choosing is not losing. What did I choose? Honour! What did they choose? Snoozing the noise behind those choices! Do I really trust this frost?
Trust is frost,trust is not frost. Trust fighting hindsight. Clear the frost so that we can see the masks behind the path-finders! So much has been said,so much has been done,so much has been kept. The most wanted! The most needed? Who are those needed for this future tense? Sey 'Pulloh' "wondaaka m'boddi ndi kechi helki"-Sey Pulloh does not care about that serpent with a broken spinal cord! Hmmmm....Aaaaah waaaye! One old Futa Fula man said this..."Si jooti laabhaye!"- any long story shall be clear at the end. Who hates the land? Who baits the land? Time is the judge who never sleeps! Time is the judge who never yawns! Time is the judge who never relents! Time is the judge who never deviates! All easy targets are not meant for snap shooters! There at the range, bullets are sizzling through the hot sand. Listen to the bullets in the hot sand and think about the future tense. Evil calculations are so feeble before the determined. An old Malian mind once said this:"...the one who is sure of his destiny will never bother..." Hmmmm.
Do me a favour path-finder! I say! Do me a favour....show me a place where hatred has ever built a castle? Show me Hitler's monument! Show me Musolini's Arch! Show me Milosovic's posters! Show me Sadam Hussein's sword! No more! Show me Mobutu's walking stick!
Wishes are not horses! Wishes are fantasies. Some reveal pleasant moments,others reveal mirages! There are those mirages of life. Stand up! Look at the mirages! Do not stoop cause mirages are not streams of fresh water. There is what minds call the order of the day! There is also what minds call the orders of the day! Yours could be orders of the day. Who knows where the order of the day has been hidden? Evil sees what evil does. That is why the good that men do is buried with them but the evil stays behind to chuckle when their sad legacies pass. Fatal mockery is too bad Sir! Too bad! Am I your enemy? Are we your enemies? Your enemy is nearer than Sey 'Pulloh'. Am a lover of the good land of good people. "Wollaahi" I do not wish Gambia my Gambia streams of blood! I do not! Look Path-finder! Wake up! Patriotism is not a cake to be eaten by desirous fangs! Patriotism is not for a partisan,it is for a patriot. Patriots support,patriots oppose,patriots live,patriots die,patriots can be loud and silent. Who is a patriot? Not the parrots in the rice fields! They aren't!
How many fell after Sey Pulloh left? The number cannot be counted by your prayer-beads!
Do I believe in every message? In honour of my name I respect opinions. The portal is that desiderata I read... Wisdom from the books of theology. Listen to everyone even the fool has something to say. If Caesar had listened to Cinna the poet he would not have been stabbed!
I will listen to voices,hear the voices,chew some of the contents from those voices but would never swallow every bit!
My name is me,I am my name. When I see my name I become the terminal bud of a tree. That is my tag. Every name is a tag. It shows what one worths before the abstract soul of the thinker! English man said so..."one man's meat is another man's poison!"
Am I everybody's poison? No! Am I everybody's meat? No!
Am I someone's poison? Yes! Am I someone's meat?Yes!
Now can you see the cardinal points of wisdom? In God's mathematics answers are never wrong. God says:"ONE PLUS ONE EQUALS TO FOUR" and He is right! Father plus mother equals to twins,a family of FOUR! Isn't God right here? Yes wisdom! God is always right! Mathematics has been tamed by God! This is why He is always in control!
Left,right,left! Halt! Who is your right marker now? I have seen the tree falling! Did you listen before blowing the bugle? Did you listen to the quarter master who has just been disgraced? Has he been disgraced or graced? Bad blood is sad blood. Am not worried cause the falcons have started flapping their wings. The sparrows have started diving in the blue sky.
Can the center hold? Can it? Those who where not paddling cannot know how tough the sea was! Songs of sorrow are never too sweet. Aren't you about to sing them?
Author: Essa Bokarr SEY.