Essays

By Sheriff Bojang If he had been born a son of Kombo like my native Brikama, they would have been called Jung. Jung indeed, although...

Guest author, Mariam Jaani So that was it. I'm I supposed to feel guilty, sad, angry, stupid or not wear that broken heart anymore? After...

  By Saikou Jammeh TIME Magazine in the lands of Mansa Abubakari II, once raved: Our nation calls for leadership. Is there any leader at home? Things...

By Talib Gibran With Anna, my taste in reading had completely changed. Prior to meeting her, I used to get lost in thrillers; a suspenseful,...

By Talib Gibran Love is a myth. Having felt and 'unfelt' what everyone calls love so many times, I've come to a conclusion that whatever...

By Dembo Kanteh Background You probably have watched years ago on TV Jammeh claiming his ancestry to be from Illiasa in Baddibu or at least heard...

By Talib Gibran I used to wonder how sweet apples are; I mean a fruit with such divine permanent sweetness from raw to ripe, amazing...

By Talib Gibran The night was deep. So deep that only hooting owls and crawling little mammals could be felt around. Ali slowly rose from...

By Talib Gibran I must admit writing this piece was almost as difficult as my first essay which was written having realised, naively of course,...

By Talibeh Gibran You probably haven't but I watched a movie premiered nearly two decades ago about a genetically enhanced superhuman prototype who took upon...

Author: Talib Gibran I used to like GRTS a lot. No, the only time I actually liked GRTS was when I was on news...

I am Talib. Named after Talib Khiyarr, Jalisul Mustapha. I was born in Kiang. Yes, Kiang, where all the big bellies come from. Except...

By Talib Gibran Yes, Sheriff once wrote 'This and That'. Ebrima Baldeh had a column named 'This and That' but only wrote a few articles...

The Maagal If you intend to go to a grand gaamo, where grand men of Ayatollah looks, wearing ten-metre embroidered basagne riz grand boubou congregate,...

By Sulayman Jammeh Well I have never imagined that I really got a love philosopher as a student in my class. While I was marking...

In 1678, a half-literate Englishman wrote a Christian allegory about one man's spiritual journey. He called it Pilgrim's Progress and it became a well-loved...