Saffiyah Joof, The Poet
The griot man awakes at night to test the string of his guitars, 
With his cigarette so far being the only light seen from a degree.
As he peeped out his head,
For the first time, his blood froze,
The shock  of bloodstains on the floor,
Blow his fitness center sight, 
The bullet that almost took his life. 
The flashing torchlight on his face,
The snipers have taken half of the palace. 
Before the commander send his troops to position, 
It was impossible to communicate, 
Peddling out of frustration,
They were determined but wholly discouraging. An unexpected firing began.
‘Cease fired, we are not enemies
We have only one big enemy.
Maybe our motives are the same,
Maybe we can fight to end our suffering’, the strange voice sugar cake. 
The snipers ruling on both sides, 
The guards were flying down from the tower. 
The tension was in high gear,  
And the guards went on disparage. 
The eagle bird was managing to escape,
 In the cage, the bird sang with wisdom
, ‘ My king is innocent,  to him I will surrender. My king is the hero, my village celebrates. You can cage my body but not my soul, you can tie my legs but not my thoughts’. 
The moonbeam was like a blade protruding through the window,
As the eagle bird closed its eyes and lay quite still.
The beautiful woman pageant out in the king’s bed like a mirror, 
Hiding her face away while holding on to the blanket. 
The King’s bruise face already being in a mixed stage, gasping for air, struggling to breathe.
The knife was placed on his throat,
He said, ‘I can’t breathing again, may I know my crime’. 
When the gentleman released him down,
With an aggressive slapped heed. 
‘Please do not finish me’ there is room for negotiations, the king begged again.  
The gentleman repeated, ‘ my little brother’s finger was chopped off, how about your arm? ‘ . the King said, ‘ a donkey might kick his son but doesn’t hate him. 
 ‘Then I was right if I could chop off your arm. I want to know my brother’s whereabouts, my mother too unknown’  the man keep on poking him. 
The Prisoners escapes, 
Pouring their feces as tear gas,
Covering their faces with masquerades.
The guards couldn’t make the best use of their legs but obey their commands. 
Matching out their voices aloud,
‘Press freedom, at last, the fountain of dignity is found, the poor masses were crying, but today we will laugh ‘. 
Back into the room of the king, 
His son continues to give him cancer,
‘My name is with standard,
The blood power in your hands,
You take over the speech with no bands,
Your funky leverage is being bondage,
Even with critical journal scrutiny, you short their gate, you arrest without charge, 
Power is power but today is our power’. 
He drills the king nose on the floor, 
And added ‘Nor can you stop the poems that we bleed’. 
To be continued in episode 4
#Nakalaapoems #The Alkamba Times. 
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Mr. Sainey M.K. Marenah is a Prominent Gambian journalist, founding editor The Alkamba Times and formerly head of communications at the Constitutional Review Commission (CRC) and Communications and PR Consultant for The Gambia Pilot Program, under Gamworks. Mr. Marenah served as the Social media Strategist and Editor at Gambia Radio and Television Services. He is also the Banjul Correspondent for Voice of America Radio. Sainey is a human rights and developmental journalist who has carved a strong niche particularly in new media environments in the Gambian media industry. Mr. Marenah began his career as a junior reporter with the Point Newspaper in the Gambia in 2008 and rose through the ranks to become Chief correspondent before moving to The Standard Newspaper also in Banjul as Editorial Assistant and head of News. He is a household name in the Gambia’s media industry having covered some of the most important stories in the former and current government. These include the high profile treason cases including the Trial of Former military chiefs in Banjul in 2009 to 2012. Following his arrest and imprisonment by the former regime of President, Yahya Jammeh in 2014, Marenah moved to Dakar Senegal where he continues to practice Journalism freelancing for various local and international Media organization’s including the BBC, Al-Jazeera, VOA, and ZDF TV in Germany among others. He is the co-Founder of the Banjul Based Media Center for Research and Development; an institution specialized in research and development undertakings. As a journalist and Communication Expert, focused on supporting the Gambia's transitional process, Mr Marenah continues to play a pivotal role in shaping a viable media and communications platform that engages necessary tools and action to increase civic participation and awareness of the needs of transitional governance to strengthen the current move towards democratization. Mr. Marenah has traveled extensively as a professional journalist in both Europe, Africa and United States and attended several local and international media trainings.

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