Category: Daily Poem

Africa  wake up

By Alagie Muhammed Jaiteh The Spectrum Poet It’s high time we ended The most bitter of all times That washes away African child’s dreams The ethnic contestation That buried his brethren From Rwanda to Kenya It’s high time we ended The most bitter of all times Sorry stories of an African child The robbery in…

Oga or Ogre?

By Sheriff Bojang Today he’s all Santa Tomorrow, all Satan Dancing, On Ezekiel’s field of dry bones Today he is all black Tomorrow, all white Today he is all for peace Tomorrow, all for war Today he is all about tomorrow Tomorrow, all about yesterday Today he’s a jaded Casanova Tomorrow, St John, The Chaste…

Barrel  of a pen

My pen is limping Vomiting but no ink The silence from a weapon A weapon of truth or falsehood The barrel of a pen With salvos of silence sound The greats and the good Used the barrel of the pen To silence despots Giving wise counsel to society Skeletons of heroes and heroines The barrel…

Toils of  marriage

Back and forth, she goes in and out On her back, she kept her child tight Its head popping up ‘n’ down as she strides In her ragged cloths, soaked in sweats Dripping rain from beneath her head ties Abused and reduced, she does the chores Her sight obstructed by thick smoke Struggling with firewood…

I’m  missing  you

I’m unable to say When last we saw Enough to make my heart cry For happiness has gone awry? Off my feet and wiped from my slate ?Loneliness emerged from within? On its head lies the crown;? Usurped; for I’m vulnerable and weak? Happiness known is happiness gone? My gaze is fixed on the spot?…

On Bended  Knees

 By Sheriff Bojang Hear me, mighty heavens Winged spirits of the high above I speak to my God, Most High Who sent His Messenger From atop a mountain sylvan By cavalry and by camelry     My Lord, You say You hear The prayer of every supplicant The King Who never breaks His Promise I…

Gambia Nice

Nice is not nice, sad is sad, brutal is brutal Intimidation, insults, threats, beatings and arrest Rape, torture, forced-disappearance and murder Night so dark and impenetrable no one noticed Mass graduates in all disciplines heeming ‘ataya’ With degrees in hand fanning furrno Employment seen at the furthest galaxy far, far away But will the ‘backway’…