Authored by Essa Bokarr SEY.
Whistling silence...
Reeling feelings..who watches....? Who sees....?
Catch the passing shadow if you can!
Are we nearer to the shores of liberation?
Aren't we far away?
Aren't we so close?
Where are we?
We are somewhere!
Once upon a time a mind asked Banjul a question?
What is the last name of this Island of mangrove swamps?
The last name is X!
There is a historical compass that could not help Malcom know his last name in the streets of Harlem!
Have we forgotten that?
Remember brother chose X!
History's false faces could not give brother a genuine answer.
Today a mind has chosen that X for Banjul.
Hello Future! Hello! Hello!
It is a cup,it is not a cap.
"Aduna potti ndaalah naanal teh joh sa morom mu naan"
Yap! "Life is like a jug,use it when drinking....please pass the same jug to your next of kin because he or she maybe so thirsty too!"
Do me a favour!
Reel these feelings inside your being and blink!
What have you heard?
Social Justice!
Who the jug hits,let the person drink and think!
My salutations to you Banjul.
My respects to you Gambia!
He or she who laughs last,laughs the best!
Laughter cannot be bought by those bulging coffers.
Peace is so dear,but it still goes without a touchable price tag!
Blood does not rot,flesh rots!
Chase the dark clouds!
Chase the dark words!
Words should not be swords!
What about that comfort zone?
Are we going to chase the charging demon once and for all?
Volcanoes erupt! Earthquakes shake!
Time is up!
I cannot forget those flutes from the plains of Masinah.
Resistance chases demons!
Do not stoop when brooding.
Shoot the tail!
Time is up!
Time is no longer down!