Author:Essa Bokarr SEY.
Hello brother! Hello sister! today is another day! Steam does not clean,steam fumes! When I look around me I see hope,I see tomorrow,I recall yesterday. Time after time my mind remembers or realises the "cross pollination" of words and terminologies. Isn't this a show biz of theft and thuggery? Isn't this an era of wild remarks and wild marks? These landmarks are either historical,incidental or accidental. Do not relax! The harder they come! The harder my pen shall be. Hello watcher! Sey Pulloh isn't in this to enjoy,he is in it to win or die. Fear not death,where death matches a legacy to be crowned! Sey Pulloh said so in 2003. Time will tell!
Sey Pulloh is saying so again in 2007. Time will tell! This is not a parade of cowardice or "sugary" compromises,this is an era of shaking the tree! Shake the tree and remove the thorns. This is not a tree where parrots can eat "alom". I wish you knew to what extent Sey Pulloh is ready to go! Wolof Njie said:" Lekk su lekkey alom nakko gerremeh choi-degallah!"-meaning.."...when a rabbit nibbles a sweet bush fruit,it should always be thankful to the parrot on top of the tree-True!"
If night was to turn to day many would run away! Bob said so..right? Hmmmm....Listen to Sey Pulloh once again. The stubborn child is back!
When the flutes of warriors are blown many stand up calling for bravado. No! Pullo Jeyrih said:"Jambarehgal jibbidinteh kono nyemtintaakeh"-meaning.." one can be born a brave person,but none can imitate the nature of bravado.." So much can be said or done,well now that the clouds have started gathering, is the time we can know who the real shepherds are. Sey Pulloh is not ready to bow Insha-Allah!. This fulani chap from the plains of Saareh Kunta could have stayed mute,eat his bread and sleep in a drowsy home. No! loving one's country worths more than a sea of comfort. Those hitting the nails are doing so because the coffin has already been brought before the pathologists! The coffin of decadence versus awareness.
This has been a rough long road to walk on. I am NOT born to be giving up so easily! Say or say not. We are unwanted elements within your palace of killers! Who is safe in this palace? Not you,not me,not those in this fight with me. Caesar said:"Cowards die many times,before their death" There is a reason why Sey Pulloh is so hot! There is a reason why Bah pulloh is so hot! There is a reason why Mbai Mbassu is so hot! There is a reason why these sons and daughters are so hot! Do not bow because if you do! arrows of senseless killers from Kansala will strike your spinal cords. Rise up and step on the mamba's head before the mamba's fangs hit you!
Ask me...Ask him..Ask her..Ask them..Ask every mind...has cowardice ever been crowned?
Shakespaere said:"silence is the medicine for fools" There you go again William I love your posters of imagery in the wide museum of words and structures. Writing is a gift...somebody said that to me today...Hmmm..if it is a gift then I will not keep mine for cob webs..... I will not keep mine for high tables...I will not keep mine for bow ties and juicy plates...I will keep mine for a cause even it means rushing my remains to the grave!
One day Sey Pulloh will demise or die. One day others will follow suit. Who will remain in this globe of darkness and light? None other than the ONE who 'carved' it. He owns it,not you,not me. Anyone imagining that Sey Pulloh is thinking about death as a weapon of fear is mistaking. If that was so, would the fulani mad man have been writing all these death-provoking pieces? The harder they come the more my fingers shall itch. Resting before death is not resting. Death is the end of the road so we cannot rest in this globe! Strive brothers and sisters! Strive!!! The same word is in our national anthemn! Strive!
To my dearest sister. I say....Ask the "Mansa" he knows Sey Pulloh more than you do sister. He knows! Do not try sending the talisman of cowardice to Sey Pulloh. I have chosen a path. I mean I have chosen a path. If this path will mean my death then work on buying me the seven meters.You can never dismiss me from the family sister. It was made before the "Mansa" came,it will be here after he leaves! Be careful sister! We are out to win or die!
This is a war between decency,responsibility and dirt. I cannot wag a tail sister,because I am not a doggie. So sister go back and stay mute! If this cause turns Sey Pulloh into the black sheep of Kuntaya then am ready to die a black sheep sister!
This is a cause that tastes so good. The man in robes knows Sey Pulloh's ways. He remembers dormitory F. He verily knows my heart and my mind are far more stubborn than his. So sister sit down and think about the twilight,dawn has come the night has ended!
Extend my best wishes to the graves behind the Kuntaya mosque. I was born a fighter,I will stay a fighter and die one. If fighting against injustice means fighting then fighting is so sweet!