Author:Essa Bokarr SEY.
"Truth is an offence but not a shame!"..Chei Dunaa! there is this frost over me,over you, over every perception. It is what I samba will call..."the reception of perception within confusion".
Hear the cracking voice say...cheating allies? An ally a cheat? An ally who misleads? Damn the misrepresentation of those valuable semantics! The West! The East! The North! The South!
Where are you talker? Here we are in the middle. Look here Doctor Kufaarak. Stop stooping while coughing. Tick-tock-tick-tock...Booom! The cold war is over bro. It is over! West versus home or home versus West. Doesn't the sun descend everyday? Where is the West?
It is resting in that horizon waiting for the sinking sun! Stop the tsunami of blames! Sah Wollaahi security is not for bluffs neither is it meant to vibrate near handcuffs all the time.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! here is the man in kaftaans running after a mosquitoe with a huge club.
A what?! A mosquitoe! Is this man in his right senses? Yes there is what we call the sixth sense! Oh yes! the sixth sense is there but it isn't for those palms holding a club ready to beat a flying insect! Hmmmm....now look here Mister leader! Look around and sniff. Haven't you smelt the rat? Haven't you? Sniff again Sah! The rat is being roasted on a charcoal pot that is so close to those bunkers! Can your palms catch silhouettes and shadows?
These are shadows of a screaming dragon. These are shadows of swift fighters. A fighter faster than a flying Zorro! A fighter faster than speed. Chuum waaye!
Sah I swear by the Almighty Memoranda of misunderstanding aren't enough. Can these septic tanks of sulky saliva stop Samba? There is one old adage that says:"One man cannot fight a dozen!" Try and look through the mirror of that huge perception during its reception,there you may decode my meandering structures. Try harder and harder.
Sah! I heard you call this dozen..."Ibn Ibliss",unwanted sons and daughters,enemies of the state! Thank God! Enemies of a state are not the same as enemies of a nation!
States are fruits of that tree called nation. Some are sweet,some are bitter. Is this one am feeling in that huge basket of regrets not bitter? I regret,we regret,they regret. You will also regret Sah! Hello signatories! Hello Hello....national interest is waving at you. It is sinking near the deepest part of the lagoon. Who can rescue this interest?
Sah I am one person who loves Patrice Lumumba so much. Samba has read so much about the dead hero of Katanga. Are you sure? Are you really,really sure? Are you sure you drank enough from Katanga's spring of inspiration? Well...at least here minds have converged. It pleases me when I see someone resort to the teachings of the son of Katanga. It pleases me when I see minds revisit Samura Machel's and Steve Biko's.
Did any of those fierce fighters use wrath to arrest the moving targets of hindrance? No they
used that stark difference called humility and courage!
From far away I feel addicted to reading and looking at every word you say or write. This is positive addiction. Your words matter,your actions matter,your reactions matter. This abstract name of a giant is what we both call COUNTRY. Country for you,for me,for them,for every mind.
Yes Sah! Samba is watching. Sign,wine,dine and pay in kind. Never forget destiny!
Sah! As far as time is spreading it wings giving up is not part of my lane. Lets run we will reach the end.
Is this going to be called another shot from the "deranged idiots?" Reader's digest says..Laughter is the best medicine.
Mine is not a bluff mine is real. We will see the end!
As it pleases Rabb