The going gets rough and tough
Journeying on a route so crude
Meeting varieties of sordid happenstances
That beg understanding
The lost leading the blind
Down the alley of the confused

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The going gets rough and tough
Journeying on a route so crude
Meeting varieties of sordid happenstances
That beg understanding
The lost leading the blind
Down the alley of the confused

http://www.gambia.dk/forums/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=8036

Poet: Sana Baldeh

One’s excitement when facing any challenge must be sincere

This state of mind cannot be overcome by skepticism or fear

Confidence must take over all doubtful emotions and uncertainty

Because full commitment and belief leads to a successful bounty

Yero Jallow; Co-editor Gainako

Love, of the heart and mind, has many eyes,
Eyes that can penetrate the most solid walls,
Traveling with speed through thick and thin,
Seeing beyond reality and imagination.

    yonder in that beautiful clime, when
   the smiling coast, our home, is in chains:
   the fetters of powerlessness
   and the shackles of hopelessness.

Kukoi: Gambia 1981

Until the day before
You were radiant
Happy
All you knew was
Eat, drink, laugh, and sleep

Take a good inventory of yourself, and look in the mirror

Who you see looking back at you must be a hero

A hero unit on the highway of a twisted and complex lifetime

Yet you negotiate your way to your final destiny

The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.


Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,
I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.
Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,
You couldn't even call out my name.
You were helpless and so was I,
But unfortunately throughout history
You've worn a badge of shame.

Yero Jallow; Associate Editor

By Yero Jallow



As I stand on my prayer mat
I could hear aloud the destiny angel
Coming down to mother earth
In rescue for the stolen liberty
To end the times of oppression
As I humbly pray in serene moods
I could hear aloud "Kun fayaa kuun"
From that Lord, most high.

Beauty

The depth and sue of the soul
Within and outside
Tingling in the eyes of the beholder
Beauty,
With all emphasis
Not just the word but the meaning of it