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THANK YOU HON DARBOE For granting Skypower Radio & Tv Services an interactive dialogue. It was insightful, candid and re...
03/11/2024

THANK YOU HON DARBOE

For granting Skypower Radio & Tv Services an interactive dialogue. It was insightful, candid and revealing. As a politically and a public figure, accessing oneself to all media houses is fundamental in communicating with your people. It avails all the opportunity to inform and clear doubts by sharing crucial information.

Hon Darboe had illustrated clarity of governance policies, vibrance and leadership. Most importantly, he demonstrated energy and mental fitness as a leader. Furthermore, he has proven once more that he does not forget a good deed rendered him. May Allah swt continue to grant him long life and good health.

30/10/2024

ACCESSING PRESIDENT BARROW

I have spoken to few people close to President Barrow who shared that it is virtually impossible to have him accept invitation to grace media platforms. What I inferred from such feedback is on the one hand, the president is “too important” to be on most Gambian media houses apart from a selected few and on the other hand, he is too busy to grant interviews media houses. I was shocked. The president is not only a public servant but a political leader who needs to avail himself to any media house to either inform Gambians on his government policies, what it has accomplished and what are some of it current and future plans for Gambians.

Furthermore, making himself available to media houses on dialogues, interviews and informal interactive discussions gives him the opportunity to not only speak with Gambians home and abroad but also sell him as a people’s leader. Most leaders around the world do not wait to be invited by media houses but seek them to sell their policies, programmes etc. Confining the president to only a selected media houses perceived as his sympathisers defeats the spirit of democracy and ideals of a people’s leader. The presidential press team and protocol need to revisit their concept of keeping the president a prisoner from the press. Imagine the addition it will give him appearing at Kerr Fatu, Membekering and other platforms? As we approach the 2026 election period, every political leader should be aspiring to interact with all media houses to tell Gambian electorates why they have Gambia’s best interest than others.

I am a voice, not an echo.

30/10/2024

A NECESSARY EVIL

Gingerly ping-ponging correctness
A necessary evil
Sought by all and sundry
Enslave liberty of wisdom
On a dinner table talks.

Embolden by a newfound bravado
Its feeds picture a divide of sin and virtue
Firing storms of telling blows
Like inviting a troubled relative
To an iconic family celebration.

A necessary evil
Spotlights virtue on societal inequalities
Like the proverbial of eating an elephant
One bit at a time with no conscience
Despite the virtue handling of such differences.

A necessary evil
Is not always sinful in its conduct
But oftentimes trapped on a grey divide
Downplaying the aftermath of its floods
Seeking refuge in a liberty.

When a necessary evil
Is caught in correctness
Hell flunks its gates open
For it hates do onto others as they do you
With a capacity to wilt under heatwaves.

I am a voice, not an echo.
#(C)Sulayman Jeng

28/10/2024

THE NEW BEGINNING

Inspite of yesterday's resolve
Clinging onto the wings of today
Like a drowning surfer on a log
Tomorrow sharpens its spears
Ready to lacerate the blanket of dawn
To es**rt the new beginning.

Partially gloomy
Today flops its wings under the sun
Spreading unforeseen inclusiveness
Humbling the fierce sun
Like a fallen hero
Determine to welcome tomorrow
On the new beginning.

The new beginning
Birthed by a clear mandate
Sets the tone of mining the mind
In the days leading to the homecoming
Of the new beginning long awaited
Like a soothsayer waiting for a prophecy.

Tomorrow arrived to retire today
With the necessity of closing the cracks
Craftily sculptured by yesterday
To amaze unsuspecting visionaries
Taking things for granted
Like a desolated widow.

The hand of sacrifice
Took an inventory of the dominant spirits
From the minute to the significant
Of yesterday's glorious misdeeds
That held on today’s mood
Isolating tomorrow from the new beginning.

Yet the new beginning
Pledged to triumph
On the covenant of
The beginning of
The new beginning
Bestowed by the hand of progress.

I am a voice, not an echo.
#(C)Sulayman Jeng

27/10/2024

THE INHERITANCE

People come and go
Leaving behind an inheritance
For heirs to preserved
To unite a lineage
On the veins of eternity.

Some leave nothing
To be merchandised on proverbial stalls
Imposed by conflicted love
Marching commercial judges
To the corridors of equity.

Others hoard an inheritance
Best not left behind
Like a collection of pandoras
Singing songs of nightmares
Drowning heirs in pools of fear.

The process
Enlivens the snake is not crocket
But its movement in green grass
Looming large in worrisome uncertainty
Seeking light from darkness.

Consensus no longer untiring
Unriveted by disarrayed heirs
Negotiate equity with soiled hands
Like a transfigured clergyman
In a haunted prayer house.

The inheritance wailed
Not for the love of the departed
Not the indifferent heirs
But a compromised process
A society in conflict with itself
Like sinner without a soul.

I am a voice, not an echo.
~©Sulayman Jeng

26/10/2024

THE SLAY QUEEN

I met her in a prayer house
Slender and curvedly built
Without a ring in her finger
Her red flag GUCCI bag looking trendy
She smiled at me enchantingly
And my heart froze.

She rose like a slay nun
Hunting for a man thinking with his pants
She began talking to me
The same way girls talk boys
Into charlatan bodyguards
Baiting priests to dangerous waters.

I unlocked the gaze
Her eyes cooking me for lunch
As they size me up and down
Like an owlish tailor
I ignored her bag
The same way she ignored the others
And we had a penetrating conversation.

I want to carry you on my back
Like a royal Prince
Galloping in the wilderness
A week later it got cold
We meet in the shadows
With no calls or text messages
Afraid to be seen of men.

We can’t be seen together in public
She reassured me
I am doing this for you
Do you understand
She was pitifully sexy
But I believed her, she was doing it for herself.

What she says when I was riding her
And what she says after
Only the devil knows
The names she calls me on the rides
I don’t know
Why they are different when we reset
Our unspoken here and now.

No matter the distance
She is the only one
The one that makes me come quick
When she says I will never change you
Not even for prince charming
Swearing from her honeycomb.

Then I saw
The slay queen talking from her inside
Holding firmly to her red flag GUCCI bag
My eyes rained thunderstorms
I demanded for an explanation
But only received more questions.

I am a voice, not an echo.

#(C)Sulayman Jeng

25/10/2024

THE STREET BOY

I am a city boy raised on the street
Toughen by the street
Empowered by the street talks
On the streets I dream
To be whatever I want to be
Minting my dreams in a devil's workshop.

My aspirations starved by society
Reality avoids me with a high price
I was told education is better than the street
What good is education
When who you know gets it all?
Is education a key?

I am a city boy raised on the street
I survived on hunger
It drives and sharpens my thoughts
Hunger drives survive on streets education
On the street education is no key
For what good is a key without doors?

On the street I live on dreams
Dreams without hidden commitments
They say you need books to be educated
That is because reality is not free
You need to live borrowed ideas
Ideas not immune to street life
I am a city boy raised on the street.

The dreams on the street
Do not enslave you in a uniform
Brainwashing you to be slim fit
A belief that hook you in a soft skin
But to survive on the street
You need tough discipline
Each time you dare to move.

Surviving on the street
You must wear a thick skin
Tough enough to withstand all storms
I am a city boy raised on the street
Flying without wings
To escape society imprisonment.

What good is education
That never empowers?
What good is growing in a palace
That enslave?
I am a city boy raised on the street.

I am a voice, not an echo

#(C)Sulayman Jeng

SATURDAY 25/10/24The place to be is Skypower Radio & Tv Services at 17:00 GMT. A date with Hon Lawyer Ousainou Darboe. I...
24/10/2024

SATURDAY 25/10/24

The place to be is Skypower Radio & Tv Services at 17:00 GMT. A date with Hon Lawyer Ousainou Darboe. It will be significant. Don't miss this historic conversation.

23/10/2024

TALIB BENSUDA IS DISINGENUOUS

UDP is projecting their KMC Mayor as a flawless angle despite his many deflecting oddities. Kexx Sanneh challenged Tablib, "What type of saving are you talking about?". He went on to warn, "Your PR and damage control cannot work". Mr Sanneh then reiterated, "Common sense would tell any reasonable person (rational thinker) that you cannot reduce your fuel allocation in the name of saving cost but still send a memo for four (4) people to be paid per diem to travel to Senegal to submit your mighty passport with a fully fueled vehicle which you could join but opted to take a flight extra cost of the taxpayer's money and tell us saving cost".

The cracks in the UDP's propaganda wall is leaking graphic contradictory narrative of their dark saint. Don't be fooled.

22/10/2024

LEAVE NO TRACE

Like a hit and run driver
The strategist mind fertilization
On a nursery of potent manipulation
Tried untested leave no trace immasculation
To narrate a medicated narrative.

With a brassed weak seedlings
The strategist owlishly smiled
Celebrating a mocking idea
Overwhelmed with comfortable carelessness
Concussed them with pestilence.

The strategist unprepared
An unyielding seedling
Refusing to be adulterated
Dissuaded the leave no trace concoction
Like David to Goliath.

Infuriated by repeated fruitless efforts
The strategist
Like a headless chicken
Fish for new vegetations in a sandy ocean
Starved with clearity.

The seedlings
Alert of the strategist mind fertilization
On a nursery of potent manipulation
Recognised to leave no trace
The air must be tight clean.

But the strategist been a strategist
Protected by small weak seedlings
Complaints sheepishly
When was he not decorated
With the highest gardening order.

I am a voice, not an echo.

#(C)Sulayman Jeng

21/10/2024

BARROW IS WORKING TO CURB CORRUPTION

Even though the Barrow leadership is demonstrating its commitment to combat corruption and strengthen our public institutions, his critics are still fawning dissatisfaction in his efforts. The IEC is currently investigated by the Gambia Police Force and some officials of GPA and clearing Agents had been charged with economic and other related crimes. Instead of commending the Barrow leadership in taking such laudable initiative, they are accusing him of not making any effort. No leader can do it all simultaneously. Some policies and programmes take a while bear their fruits are harvested. We have also noted former minister Aba Sanyang also charged with economic crimes. This is a clear indication of President Barrow’s determination to fight corrupt in all arears of his government. Well done, President Barrow.

21/10/2024

THE RUTHLESS LIES

Wrapped in a peace gift
Ridicules the indescribable recipient
Like new teacher of old dogs
Unaware of his gullibility
Dizzling an aura of disspirituality.

The insensitive gift
Doubling its pounces
Gave no thought to humility
Like a disoriented cow sprinkling dung
In a murderous rain.

Neutralizing the ruthless lies
And its scandalous disspirituality
Needs more than a dry run
Of penchant hovering
Like a petrified truant.

The game manship
Of the ruthless lies
Bets on winning by cheating
In a master class of persuation
Like a poet without poetry.

The recipient
Cautious like a cat
Wittingly rejected the ruthless lies
Wrapped in a peace gift
And doubled his ability to refuse temptation.

As the sun rises
Its rays lacerating the duvet of darkness
The ruthless lies
Caught with its pants down
Screamed "I meant no harm"
Like a frightened widow.

I am a voice, not an echo.

#(C)Sulayman Jeng

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