The Inauguration Day

By: Saffiyah Joof, Poet
‘The woman was known as the king’s favorite girl’, the prison guard added. Another man approaches her and asked,  what is your name? the angelic voice replied, ‘I am Mina’. 
She was natural in her speech. 
When her eyes blink with lots of butterflies.
Massive regrettable moments lingering in his mind, as the king sat down in the prison with anger. 
‘Too late for you to ask for forgiveness, 
My body is yet to be healed’, Mina Said. My regime is not over, after all his my son’, the King respite. 
‘This is your mistake of struggling to remain in power forever, you care less about how others feel, the tables have been turned’, Mina proceeds. All your men have been arrested, behind bars, you shall rot in hell. She spits on his face and walked away from the prison. 
Early that morning, the whole village started its celebration. Families receiving their guests as the grand preparation was at its peak. The red clothes are written everywhere. The volume of freedom, at last, was sung very loudly. 
Arrangements are made for the new era to breed. One of its kind not being breach.  And the new emperor has immediately proposed to the queen of prose. The king’s son successfully stages the revolutionary victory. But his happiness was ineffective because his other half-brother was missing.
In his mind, he read,
‘ like a scar in my heart,
I shall continue to bleed,
Like spoiled bananas, 
That would never taste sweet, 
Like that of expired cane milk, 
In which I can’t drink. 
In my genes I need,
Him not beside me, I shall fight to win. 
Then I shall be at solace. 
Then I shall go to college, 
To proceed with my newfound wings’. 
As the new prose girl steps in with her straight legs and Coca-Cola shape,
In her soft voice, she mumbled, ‘the liberation would start soon, My king ‘. 
He took a long breath then quickly turn and looked into her eyes with an infective smile, ‘My Queen, I like your blunt dreadlocks’ he said.  
As he confesses his feelings so deeply. 
As she crosses her smooth legs and replied, ‘thank you, my king’. 
The King son gave a declaration, 
And the celebration began with colorful flowers. His speech was heard from the tower, 
‘The liberation of our village, 
The ultimate changes of our new nation,
Our gates were close with deep cuts,
Our neighbors are being hurt,
But today we will smile with intimate teeth, 
Out of admiration cold words hunt, 
As he dazzles his eyes hugely popular,
We were separated, so divided we shall fall, United we shall all feel relief. 
Our country we will match to free. 
Attracting the small world we believe. 
To defend our land and our people, 
To benefit our soul and our people cult.
So we take heed in what we lead. 
It means that our translation is correct, 
Hold the perpetrators accountable, 
Silence is not anymore in our books.  
Hold on to the magazines, 
Our stories would be written. 
It’s not the sake of revenge,
But the truth would unfold. 
Then our reply would be peace. 
Our stability and hopes are been renewed, 
Our birds would not cry anymore
And our tree shall stand to flourish. 
In the late-night  as the wind blow,
The throw-up party in the palace began, 
Nobility in the spirit of the celebration, 
The vocalist in the palace tose up, 
She took the mic in disbelief, 
And thereupon her melodious voice was heard, 
‘ In the cell he built, 
That he never thought of his seat, 
With the leftover food, he struggles to eat, 
Completely defeated, in the small pots, he would also defecate. 
Poorly the man of power becomes weak.
Requesting the prison partners to spike him with some weed.
A huge bed of passion bends to be a prison, left alone to sleep. 
Karma is real. 
The two royals king and queen smile, 
The festival springs as the jumping light gleams. 
The elders of the village are preparing for the biggest ceremony in the upcoming week because the newly found king that succeeded his father would be getting married to the love of his life. 
And the agendas are being changed and the current government would have to establish a commission committee to enquire about the dubious act that his father was involved in. The appointments of the minister’s post have to be set and the son would be very busy with different officials coming from other royal leaders. 
The new version of our village would be chase by the international community and you will be my wife soonest and would have a great role to play. The conversation lasts about hours between the new young king and the queen of prose. 
Sensational the queen feels, 
She encourages him with a hard talk, 
‘You don’t have to rush anything, my king’. 
Luck up the words seems difficult to pronounce and slowly but quietly she fell from the highness Princess chair and got fainted and the young king look shocked.
Tears drop and he leaps to say, 
‘Who must have poisoned my wife to be’.  
To be continued in Episode 5. 
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Sainey M.K. Marenah
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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