life in jammeh’s gambia

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the farmer who relies on free labour

the farmer who relies on free labour

It’s so sad to live in Jammeh’s Gambia
Where one person bags all the accolades
Forces offices to use his countless titles
Brags about his manhood prowess
Sees himself as the lone saviour
Compares himself to only prophets
Issues fatwa anytime he wills

It’s awful live in Jammeh’s Gambia
Where horror awaits those who question
Detention and murder become their punishment
Escapees carry with them burden of harm
Many of them later succumb to poisoning

It’s shameful to live in Jammeh’s Gambia
Where sword of Damocles hang over civil servants
Servants who over dictator’s meaningless jobs
Servants who abandon their taxpayer paid jobs
Servants forced to till dictator farm in Kanilai for free
Servants forced to appear on TV and defend Kanilai trip

It’s sad to live in Jammeh’s Gambia
Where security forces have become tools of oppression
Where soldiers have become dictator’s shepherds
Youths isolate their parents for the dictator’s cause
Clerics become more loyal to dictator than Allah
Almost all of them have become yes-men
Clerics lost respect and value in society
Their goat-like beards define their character

It’s sympathetic to live in Jammeh’s Gambia
Where only Jammeh talks freely and loosely
The messenger blamed for carrying the message
He is detained, tortured and murdered in cold-blood
Media outlets fire-bombed and banned arbitrarily
Official censorship becomes adored and celebrated

It’s interesting to live in Jammeh’s Gambia
Where the truth becomes lonely
Even clerics are running away from it
Backstabbing becomes order of the day
Threats hang over everybody’s head
Everyone lives with fear of guilt

It’s not worth living in Jammeh’s Gambia
Where courts are known for travesty of justice
Where courts lost the last bastion of hope title
As innocent people are wrongly convicted
Convicts illegally and secretly executed
And their bodies remain in dictator’s shrine

It’s an irony to live in Jammeh’s Gambia
Where your treasure is seized illegally
Where unemployment becomes rampant
Where poverty shoots through the roof
Where youths breathe air of frustration
Where youths see backway as their only hope

It’s terrible to live in Jammeh’s Gambia
Where secret dogs monitor our every action
Where we carefully choose who to talk to
Where poison awaits us in certain restaurants
Where we find it hard to trust anyone with our life
Not even close friends and relatives

How long do I live in Jammeh’s Gambia
Where 1 in 5 babies die in childbirth
Where mothers fear Cuban doctors more than gun
Where kids ask questions that are never answered
Where wives of disappeared men live in quagmire
Not knowing whether to start the waiting period [Iddah]
Where orphans are left to fend for themselves

Ends

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About musa

I am a Gambian journalist whose mission to use his pen to correct injustice and to tell truth to power was left to bite dust. My newspaper's contents and editorials became "too itchy" that I ended up in Banjul's mosquito-infested cells where I had to cope with three nights of horrendous tortures that left scars all over my body. I was forced to flee into exile with my family, leaving behind my beloved country and editorial desk in the hands of perpetrators. However, unlike most refugees, my two and half years in Senegal was well spent.

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