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Current Feed ContentTHINKING ALLOWEDFriday, June 20, 2008 So long a letter In the beginning was the deed, and not the word, for the word came to name the deed. The human deed takes nine months to hatch; and after the joy, the feasting, and the naming, then the parenting (proper) begins. First, the cries, and the feeding, and the changing, constantly. Waking up at un-christian hours for one reason or another, and it doesn’t matter whether we are ill or well, the cries, the cries are always talking, telling us something which we have to second guess. After a while, we become cry savvy, as we learn, however imperfectly, to put or ascribe a cause or reason to a cry. But this stage is only a short distance from, "zaks, stop doing that", "zaks, be careful, you might hurt yourself", "please, zaks I’m tired", and "Oh zaks! You have broken it" – you’ve got the picture, the life of a parent is quite, quite unavoidably difficult. But before long, all that would turn to memories, to reminisce over in calmer days. Or at least that is the hope: to reminisce in calmer days, when the brood has left the nest, confident and educated and shinning with refined rectitude, you know, a cultured upbringing. However, "out of the crooked timber of life, nothing straight can be wrought", or, if you prefer a cliché, the road to hell can be paved with the smoothest, the most virtuous intentions. The correlation between input and outcome is devilishly murky. And that makes the parenting process slightly trickier. I was in the delivery room on that Friday morning (02.27), nearly 11 years ago, when my freshly-clayed treasure was born, my ‘sun’, my one and only (for now). And this is what I wrote in my diary on that day: "Ah! Sylvia Plath hit the right note: they take their place among the elements with a cry; a cry as much a breadth of nature as the rustling of the wind. And as though the cry itself is a kind of wind, it sent a frisson of inexpressible, sob-pregnant, joy to my heart. If I were a poet, I would have written a sonnet about how the midwife snatched ma baby’s first cry, in mid air, wrapped it round the severed umbilical cord and coiled the cord around my heart (but I’m not a poet, so my joy shall be my sonnet)". Every parent, I think, feels similar sentiments with the birth of a first child. It feels like a rite of passage: son becomes father and daughter becomes mother, while still retaining the status of being a son or a daughter. This gives the ego or the self a sense of extension, the sense that we have thrown in our lot into the great flow of life. As he weeks roll into months, the cry which first gave us joy, now would not let us rest, and as the months gather into years, we face at each step different challenges to our efforts to instil discipline and a sense of initiative in them. The nappies and the baby food and the baby clothes, and the toys (you continue he list), would also have taken their punishing toll on our pockets and purses, before they turn five. So, I repeat, the life of a parent is quite, quite unavoidably difficult. But I shall insist in this essay that the life of a child is twice score more difficult than the most dedicated parent’s. Their long-drawn – out helplessness together with "the psychological dangers of a physically intimate family life", leaves them entirely at our mercy. From the perspective of the child, the family is an "intensive care unit", and nothing short of a careful dedication by the parent would serve the child’s interest. But, just as there are good people and there are bad people, so there are good parents and there are not so good parents. And perhaps more dishearteningly: even good parents can make honest, but damaging, mistakes. To a cynic, its all in the luck of the draw, the "natural lottery". The values we put into our children, and the methods we use to put those values in them, are, in many ways, largely determined by the prescriptions and precepts of the society we belong to. As a grown up, now, I’m struck by the disquieting pun on the wollof word "yarr": it suggests both "cane" and "upbringing". And as a kid, then, I had my share of lashings at the hand of this pun. Maybe it’s a generational thing, because when I had my one, I decided to relieve the pun of its double-edged unease: I gave "cane" a retirement a well-deserved retirement, given that it’s been at it for centuries; "straightening" generations of kids out, and from all the hard work, it s back gave in, and it became "bent" itself. In our "culture" it’s apparently still OK to hit our children, when they misbehave. We do so, the wisdom goes, for their own benefit (spare the rod and spoil the child). And whatever we call "cultural", we often feel reluctant to critique. This view, perhaps unwittingly, assumes that the "wisdom" of my "culture" is complete and settled and timeless. But should we stop for a moment, and look again, we might get to see that our culture or any culture, if it is to last into the deep future, may have to learn a whole lot of new things along the way. When we inherit a tradition, we do not commemorate it by tagging along behind it, and taking our orientation from the writings on its back; rather, we commemorate a tradition by giving it a new opening on to the future. Caning, or corporal punishment belongs to an expired mode of thought. It was born in a "geocentric world", and shares all the inaccuracies of that world. This is a typical father of that world: austere and remote, with a personality so immense that he has no need to be consistent, and yet never ceases to be right, for his "right is founded not in thought but in his person". The letter in the title of this essay is a sealed one. We know only that it contains our childhood memories. And it is sealed because our childhood memories are "elicited only when childhood is already past". We get to know our sealed inheritance, as it were, when we’re all grown up. We may not know what furies or mercies are sealed in our letters, so to speak, but we know that "memory discovers personality". And since Freud, we appreciate a lot more now the significance of childhood memories in the formation of the adult character. In general, "it is no longer possible to doubt the importance precisely of the first few years, of our childhood". Our extended family system is a wonderful network of relationships which provides rich and fulfilling family life to many. But, like any institution, it is also susceptible to abuse. With our social hierarchies and stratifications, we tend to put some on a pedestal, and others, underfoot, as though the others were doormats. If it is not the jokey insults, it is the public embarrassments or the delicate contempt, or the clench-teeth tenderness, all of which keep eating away at one’s sense of self. When a child finds herself in such circumstances, and later on opens her "letter" and be greeted by the furies, society will crown her with a blame all her own. Our need for vigilance, as parents, has never been more urgent than it is today. The internet and satellite TV, for instance, have transformed quite radically the horizon of our kids’ world. And "ideas" have a habit of surreptitiously creeping into kids’ heads, without the parents noticing. Their emotional and psychological vulnerabilities make them easy prey to all kinds of influences. Furthermore, they are more self-scrutinising these days, and therefore more judgemental, whether of themselves or of others. When the judgement is severe and is directed inwards, it is then all too easy for them to let the best of themselves slip away. The unfavourable opinions of grown-ups give them a bad opinion of themselves, and then they internalise the opinions to their detriment. Tradition will for a time resist the overtures of a new ethos, but we must stand our ground, faithful to the belief that, our process of social development can displace stock – responses and brings it about that people become averse to what they had previously tolerated. Caning, and certain forms of adult treatment of children rob them of their
confidence and turn them into timid adults; and other forms of treatment turn
them into revengefully aggressive adult misfits. No doubt, we as parents
deserve respect for all the pains we go through during the long socialisation
process. But equally true, is that they also deserve our gratitude. And we
show our gratitude by being gentler with them, "authority need not be
authoritarian". Thinking outside the box is not necessarily a violation of the
box but a mere extension of its boundaries; an enlarging of our experience. To
modernise our attitudes is a sign of strength, not of weakness. Author: by Momodou A.S Mboge A cause for concernWednesday, June 18, 2008 The front pages of newspapers in The Gambia these days are increasingly becoming commonplaces for stories that unleash shredding displeasure. The frequency of reported murder crimes, if truth should be told, calls for urgent attention, especially from those constitutionally entrusted to protect life and property. The other day, it was in Berending that some beastly human being hacked a helpless old mama to death; and just few weeks after, as if Gambians had not had enough, a similar act of barbarity occurred. This time it is further inland, in the village of Kuntaur, where an Imam was killed in a most grueling of manners. According to reports, all these deaths happened in some obscure circumstances. It is not the nature of obscurity surrounding these mishaps that arouses our concern; its far from that. It is a fact that these incidents happen so frequently. But, more importantly, it is that they are happening in this Gambia of ours, a country that has made name for itself globally for its enviable culture of serenity and unimaginable hospitality. Some of our local readers may have derived some level of delight from occasional complementary remarks by outsiders about the peaceful nature of our country. This only reinforces the fact that the name, the ‘Smiling Coast of Africa’, did not just come spontaneously; the country, thanks to its people, earned it truly. But unfortunately, this peace we have learned to cherish is under threat. As such, it is the duty of all to nurture and defend it. When it comes to the security of the nation, every Gambian should regard themselves as police of some sort. Whether The Gambia remains a peaceful place or not, it is not only for a section of society; it is for all of us. In the same vein, it is incumbent upon all to safeguard the tradition of peace and security we know in this country. However, it’s worth mentioning for all to understand that the Gambia Police Force cannot do this all by itself; it needs the full support of the masses. But, of course, the degree of collaboration they get depends on their level of readiness to share information with key institutions. The media comes into focus here. We must, at this juncture, welcome and congratulate Ensa Badjie, the newly appointed police boss, for the trust and confidence he has earned himself, which has warranted his ascension to this level. It is suffice to note that his appointment is rooted from the level of quality of service he has been rendering to the nation. It is however worth mentioning that there is absolutely no room for complacency. The press needs his reciprocal support if we are to make the difference. IGP Badjie’s success depends, to a great extent, on a cordial relationship with members of the press. Unnecessarily suppressing information that is worth releasing foments dangerous speculations, especially from the enemy press. We do hope that Badjie’s appointment will mark the beginning of a renewed vigor against crime in this country. Author: DO Big Read: ROOTS - Kunta Kinteh at 30
Monday, June 09, 2008 (1976: the Year of Soweto’s youth and the beginning of the end for Apartheid) A personal appreciation by Dida Halake, Daily Observer, 2006, "Dwell on the past and you lose an eye; forget the past and you lose both eyes" Russian proverb This book, with the blessings of Allah, is responsible for the lives of Hassan Kah-Halake, Jainaba Jallow-Halake and little Hassan Jallow-Halake, my three beautiful Gambian children. Similarly, it is also responsible for "HassanKunda" compound in Kotu, "Al-Hassan Library" at Kotu Senior School and "Al-Hassan Madrassa" in Mandinari. It is also responsible presently, in 2008, for the work that I do as the MD and editor-in-chief of the Daily Observer in The Gambia. Yes indeed, just a book bought off the shelf in a Scottish University bookshop in 1977, and then taught in my London school in 1992, brought me to The Gambia for the first time in 1993 … and the rest, as they say, is history. Like many of us Africans, I have had a spiritual meeting with Alex Haley, although I never met him in person while he was alive. The 1950s, 1960s and 1970s can fairly be described as decades of Black Renaissance and people like Haley shown a torch in the path that many of us tried to follow most willingly. As a school-boy Librarian in Nairobi in 1975, I ordered and read Alex Haley’s mind-blowing Autobiography of Malcolm X – which, with the writings of Frantz Fanon and Steve Biko, firmly established the route my intellectual development, and community education career, has taken during the past 30 years. My first reading of ROOTS the book was in 1977, but my first real experience of the story was in 1978 when British TV dramatized it. It was from ROOTS that I learnt the importance of the above Russian proverb above as it applies across African societies – listen to Haley the Griot: "A famous Moro was to visit their village … five of his students were with him, each carrying bundles that Kunta knew would contain treasured Arabic books … first he read from the Koran, then from unheard of books such as Taureta La Musa, the Zabora Dawidi and the Lingeeli la Isa . . . The past seemed with the present, the present with the future; the dead with the living and those yet to be born; he himself with his family, his mates, his village, his tribe, his Africa; the world of animals and growing things – they all lived with Allah. Kunta felt very small, yet very large. Perhaps, he thought, this is what it means to be a man". ROOTS p.104/105 "Perhaps he thought, this is what it means to be a man" – or, perhaps, this is what it means to be rooted in the continuum of a human society. The tragedy of much of Africa and the Black Diaspora today is that the specifically European practice of slavery and colonialism shattered so violently that continuum; that "oneness" with one’s past, with one’s present, with one’s society, with one’s God; ultimately that sense of being at one with one’s SELF. Reading at the same time a history of my own Ethiopian-Kenyan Oromo people entitled GADA: three approaches to the study of an African society by Dr. Asmarom Legesse, I became very aware of the need for us Africans to understand and appreciate our past histories, cultures and traditions as we face a new future in a Global Village dominated by MacDonalds, CNN, Will Smith and Hip-Hop. The other day I sneaked-up on my two and a half year old daughter Jainaba with a video camera as she sat in the Bantaba imitating her grandfather’s prayer recitation: "Allahu Akbar!" she shouted at the top of her voice … just as her ancestors have done in this part of Africa for a thousand years … then she distributed the Zakat! Whenever I get the urge to bring Jainaba to the UK, I watch that short video clip on my computer and get re-assured that my determination to have her growing up in The Gambia is absolutely correct. Kunta’s response to the biblical stories told by his teachers in this western corner of Africa is no different to that which we grew up with in the Horn of Africa. Our connections to the world of the prophets is such that I called my father "Abba" – not in the biblical religious sense but because it is the only word for father amongst my Oromo people. Reading GADA excited me in the same way that Alex Haley was moved when he met a Gambian diplomat at the UN while researching ROOTS and discovered that the word "bolong" meant "river". Suddenly he linked his slave ancestors and their stories about "bolong" to a specific place in the world, suddenly he found his "roots". Of course, I was born into my people and lived amongst them for 7 years, but refugeenisation and subsequent European miss-education meant that I was alienated from my own history and cultural background by the time I became an adult. In the pages of GADA the name Dida seemed to be the most common amongst the historical individuals mentioned and even an area called "Dida Galgallu Desert" was on one of the maps in the book. Wow! It blew my mind just as the word "bolong" below Alex Haley’s mind when he spoke to a Gambian diplomat at the UN in New York. I was a student in Aberdeen, Scotland, in 1978 sharing a Pan-Africanist flat with two other African students, one an Igbo from Port Harcourt and the other an "Americo-Liberian" from Monrovia. The Igbo areas happened to be one of the main slave exporting centres of Nigeria and Liberia happened to be one of the two places in West Africa where freed-slaves were returned – hence the "Americo-Liberian" identity. At our College we were quite political and very involved in radicalizing other African students to support the African struggles for freedom both in the then Rhodesia (Zimbabwe) and in the then racist Apartheid South Africa. I was thrust to the forefront of all of these as the African Students’ Representative on the Student’s Union Executive (an old Scottish newspaper cutting remains to remind me that we fought for basic things like housing too). The Rhodesian student ("Zimbabwe!" he would shout to anyone who called his country after the hated Englishman) was an amazing character. He was the only one from amongst our group who enjoyed beer (thanks to British civilization, the African countries they settled such as Kenya, South Africa, Zimbabwe and Uganda are the most violent, most alcoholic and consequently Aids-ridden ones in Africa today – rather odd that BBC’s Focus on Africa never mentions this fact of British civilization!). My Zimbabwean friend’s reaction to the dramatization of ROOTS on British TV remains vivid in my mind to this day. Whenever ROOTS came on TV, he became deadly silent and totally glued to the TV set and remained so until the programme ended. At the end, he was so emotionally charged that any discussion of what we had just seen seemed impossible. In African countries like The Gambia, which thanks to the hated mosquito remained un-grabbed by Europeans and survived the worst of European colonialism, people will find it difficult to understand why Mugabe and Mandela would rather die than compromise with the settlers and their governments in Europe – in ROOTS they had to cut off Kunta Kinte’s foot before he would agree to be called by the slave-master’s given name of "Toby". But what Kunta Kinte and his kind were fighting so hard to safeguard, our cultural heritage and African identity, many of his descendants seem too embarrassed to claim nowadays. One of the things we lose very quickly, whether it is our young people at home or adults living in Europe and America, is the self-respect and dignity that we learnt early at our mothers feet whether growing up in the Kenyan highlands or the Fulani heartlands of Guinea’s Futa Jallon: "… displaying the dignity and self-command that his mother had taught him were the proudest traits of the Mandinka tribe" ROOTS, p. 21 Because we wish to imitate Will Smith and Eddie Murphy who shout and scream like lunatics in the "Prince of Bel Air" and "Police Academy", we forget the dignity and respect of our cultures and behave in the same manner infront of our elders. But it is not my intention to blame young people for going astray. Another Russian proverb says that "A fish rots from the head down". If young people go astray, it is because of the lack of proper guidance from their elders. Ten years ago, while I was running Mandela Supplementary School in Notting Hill for 100 African and Caribbean students, a local school head-teacher sent a student to ask if she could borrow my set of ROOTS videos to use in her school. I wrote her a note asking "In what context do you intend to use the videos?" I know it sounded very unreasonable of me, but I remembered my Zimbabwean friend’s reaction all those years ago when in ROOTS he simply saw "the evil that white people were doing to black people". That is not what ROOTS is about, but it is quite easy for people, and especially young people, to see it that way when seen out of context. As a teacher, I have always tried to ensure that my pupils do not adopt a "victim mentality", especially in relation to racism. I have equally had long arguments with the main Black newspaper in London, The Voice, which always seems to put horrific things happening to Blacks in Britain on the front-page. I am aware of deaths and violence against Blacks (think of dead Stephen Lawrence and Gambian Sey amongst countless others) but I don’t want to see headlines week after week showing the racism Black Londoners are suffering because this reinforces a victim mentality. The millions of Africans and Diaspora Blacks struggling in the West to maintain their families back home in Africa and the Caribbean are, to me, success stories. When I see an African sweeping Victoria Station in London, I am aware that his salary is likely to be feeding and educating a dozen members of his family back home in Africa. He is a success story, not a failure because he is doing menial work. ROOTS the book and ROOTS the movie must be seen in this light: as a success story of a whole nation, the African-American people; a success story of survival and achievement against overwhelming odds, because that is exactly what the author set out to write (Kunta Kinte’s heroic struggle against slavery and de-humanization paved the way for Condy Rice to become Secretary of State and for Baraka Obama to vie for US Presidency – as surely as night follows day, even if Ms Rice may not wish to acknowledge it!). ROOTS the movie is very misleading for us Africans – because the movie was made for a Western mainly-white audience. Whereas the first one hundred and forty-nine (149) pages of the book is entirely about Kunta’s life IN Africa, the movie jumps into the conflict between black and white within TWO minutes or so of the start. That is good drama for white folk, but it totally undermines the message of the first one hundred and forty-nine pages of the book - which is, I repeat, all about Africa, Africans and African culture. The first one hundred and forty-nine pages of Alex Haley’s ROOTS is a historical testament to African tradition and culture. To this end the book opens with a most powerful sentence: "Early in the spring of 1750, in the village of Juffure, four days upriver from the coast of The Gambia, West Africa, a man-child was born to Omoro and Binta Kinte". Leaving aside the fact that we can do the journey to Juffure in a couple of hours today, this first sentence describes the most important event in all human-life; and from the beginning of the book sets out to describe a highly organized and civilized human-society; a society that is "at one with itself". On the eighth day after the birth of the man-child, the villagers gathered at the home of the new parents to welcome a new person into their midst and named him Kunta, after his Mauritanian grandfather. The father Omoro was most proud of his son, and invited everyone in the village to the naming ceremony and at the important moment whispered the name "Kunta" into the boy’s ears for: "… Omoro’s people believed that each human being should be the first to know who he was". Wow! All of us who have named our own children know first hand the pride and the joy that Alex Haley is describing here. As such, these first parts of ROOTS become a social commentary and a historical document for us. Besides which, inspite of the rigours of life and the struggle for everyday survival, it should remind us to value the life of each individual in our society. Those who criticize Africans for being "out of the office" to attend numerous naming ceremonies and funerals fail to appreciate the love and respect Africans afford their kin-folk, young and old. Maybe we have our priorities the right way round. In England the young are so busy accumulating wealth that they have no time for their elders. They send their "pensioners" to one-foot-in-the-grave hotels, euphemistically called "Old People’s Homes"! By way of contrast, I can affirm that my 85-year-old neighbour in Mandinari has a habit of walking around with a machete cutting branches off his mango and orange trees. Haley gives us minute descriptions of life based around the village gardens: "The size of each woman’s plot was decided each year by Juffure’s Council of Elders". When my mother-in-law came to live in Mandinari from Basse, the Alkalo gave her a plot on which to build a house for her family and a garden to farm. This is what Dr. Nyerere of Tanzania termed Ujamaa (African Socialism) and it ran through all African societies. The tragedy of today’s Africa where millions of Aids orphans live in rubbish tips like animals shows how far some parts of Africa, such as Kenya, have lost a culture where: "… fatherless boys got special privileges under the forefathers laws. Such a boy could start following closely behind any man, and the man would never object to sharing whatever he had" ROOTS p.62 As a society we would do well to remember and cherish our African culture of sharing the little that Allah has blessed us with. If I remember correctly, it was Gambia’s own Father Cleary who said many years ago that "we have enough for everyone’s need, but we don’t have enough for everyone’s greed". Chapter 3 of ROOTS describes the failure of the rainy season, the hunger and the people’s prayer to Allah. Failure of the rains leads to hunger and starvation to which the young and the old are normally the first to succumb. As a child, I recall a newly born sister passing away in the middle of the night and the sadness of this infant’s departure was captured in the sad but gently dignified sobs of the women. Even as a five-year old, I lay quietly in the darkness of the African village suppressing my emotions; just as I did forty years later when the father of a dead Gambian infant sat in dignified silence next to Imam Fatty and myself on the ferry to Barra - with the small bundle neatly wrapped in a blanket laid at our feet. The tragedy of infant mortality is something that is unfamiliar to those of us living in Fajara, Kotu and European cities but still remains common in villages across our continent. It is with tremendous gratitude that I appreciate President Jammeh’s utter commitment to the mushrooming health centres across The Gambia – and the simple but life-saving efforts at enabling all mothers of young children to obtain impregnated mosquito nets (just imagine the number of children’s lives saved by this simple act). When the villagers’ prayers are answered, and the heavy rains impregnate the land, the result is green lushness and abundance; happiness, singing and joy throughout the land: "… the village rang again with the yelling and laughing of children after the long hungry season". The season of plenty brought joy and happiness all around and everyone was at peace. Education of the young was taken very seriously and began very early in life, first at the feet of mothers and grandmothers through practical lessons and stories, then from older siblings who passed on what they had learnt from their fathers, and finally from the village elders, warriors and griots who were depositories of the tribes knowledge, history and wisdom: "When a Griot dies", wrote Alex Haley, "it is as if a library has burned to the ground" A bit of an overstatement since no Griot, by definition, ever died without passing on their knowledge to the next generation; but the point is made of the importance of the griots and elders as keepers of the society’s wisdom, history and culture. The Arafang, teacher, was strict and expected the young men in his charge to take their education very seriously: "… the Arafang warned them that as long as they attended his classes anyone who made so much as a sound, unless asked to speak, would get more of the rod …he brandished it fiercely at them" ROOTS p.30 . The adults took the task of educating their youngsters very seriously. Of course, we are becoming a book and internet society and more and more of social history and culture is now preserved and passed on in these new forms (ROOTS itself is now a historical document for African people, both at home and in the Diaspora). Again, I must express my delight at the strides The Gambia has made in the education sector during the last decade. To Alex Haley we must say a big "Thank You". He paid a heavy price in his own personal life to give us ROOTS. We, on our part, should strive to cherish our history and keep what we can of our African cultures, accepting change as part of human existence and evolution. "When deeply rooted, one is prepared for every opening; or as Aimé Césaire expresses it, porous to all the breathings of the world". I would end, therefore, by recommending to the Department of State for Education that the first 149 pages of ROOTS should be adopted for school study as part of the history curriculum, bearing in mind the Russian proverbs warnings about forgetting our past. Author: DO Gambia’s first UK based society and entertainment magazine out soonFriday, May 16, 2008 The vibrant culture, tradition, society and nature of Senegambia heralded the start of Gambia’s first society magazine in the United Kingdom. The maiden edition of this magazine called Nice Magazine, will be out in June 2008. According to the founders of Nice Magazine, the fashion, beauty, personalities and achievements of Gambians abroad have not been given the required attention in the past and this is what this new magazine is out to cover. Divorced totally from politics, Nice Magazine will undoubtedly offer a holistic view of Gambian developments in the arts, sciences, culture, society and lots more. In case you wondering, one the people behind this whole initiative and the Managing Director of Nice Magazine UK Ltd is best known with the sobriquet Bio. He is the manager of Gambia’s most successful popular rap group Da Fugitivz’s and the European agent for Viviane. Bio lived in Sweden for many years, before he moved over to UK. His presence is always felt where ever he is, because of his commitment to Gambian showbiz. The maiden edition of Nice Magazine will spotlight a hardworking Gambian entrepreneur in estate business, celebrity gossips you have never heard, exclusive interviews, Gambian parties, gatherings and much other interesting stuffs. It’s widely believed that it’s going to be a hip, exciting magazine that will keep all Gambians smiling with joy. You can visit the magazine’s site at www.nicemag.com Author: by Sherriff Janko Stop the abuse!Thursday, March 13, 2008 The infamous ‘child kidnapping’ incident in Chad reminds one of the unfortunate demonizing status our beloved continent faces in the minds of Europeans. This malaise has been practiced as a tradition by Europeans, that Africans are just ‘specimens’ in an African Laboratory. Apparently, it is evident from related events that Africans are the most vulnerable humans in the world despite the prevalence of the UN Charter on human rights. Think of the controversial adoption of Baby David Banda by the celebrity, Madonna. Or do we call it kidnapping? - as that development received so much opposition that if it were not for the weakness of that country’s adoption laws, it wouldn’t have gone through. Thank God those Malawian law makers are seriously considering that part of their law. There can be no justification for the way those innocent infant Chadians were captured, even if it is for humanitarian assistance, without political and legal rights from the government of Chad. A deliberate attempt to disregard the authorities and the right of Africans contrary to the way children in Europe are adopted signifies the trend Africa has gone through for many years. Centuries ago, Africans were captured live by Europeans such as the Englishman John Hopkins (later “Sir” for his slave capturing efforts!) from Africa and sold as slaves to develop America and Europe. Thereafter, there was the scramble and partition of Africa among Europeans that left the legacy of disunity among Africans in so called Anglophone and Francophone countries. Despite ‘independence’ from European countries, Africa was subjected to a devastating era of political and economic exploitation. Alas, we are experiencing Neo-Slavery from the descendants of the ancestors who captured our fore-fathers and made them slaves. (Slavery now to World bank and IMF amongst other insidious measures). There are many similar instances to demonstrate the ‘lesser human’ theory of so called philanthropists from Europe in particular and the West in general. In another scenario, a shipload of toxic waste from France was disposed of in Ivory Coast. This act, aided by enemies of the black race, left many Ivorians dead and sick. None of these actions are allowed to befall even a rat in Europe. Why are they done in Africa? As Newton’s third law of motion states: ‘to every action there is an equal and opposite reaction’; the cumulative actions of abuse by European individuals on Africans in any part of the world will have equal responses and MUST STOP NOW. Author: DO Bakary Tamaba Returns after Championing Women’s Rights at a Conference in Italy![]() Friday, February 15, 2008 The National Coordinator for Tostan in The Gambia, Mr. Bakary Tamba, has recently returned from Italy. He was there for a ten-day Sensitization program concerning Female Genital Mutilation (FGM). In an exclusive interview with The Point at Tostan’s headquarters in Kololi, Mr. Tamba said he started working with Tostan in Cassamance. There he worked with a regional coordinator where they issued declarations in December 2003 on FGM to 118 villages after which he said the villages accepted to stop practicing FGM. “Since then people’s relatives residing in Italy heard about our work through the Internet and asked us about it. Some even came home to find that their parents had stopped practicing FGM and wanted to know how we had convinced them to stop this barbaric tradition. I told them about our efforts in Cassamance and showed them the film, which they in turn took to Italy. They showed it to their organization called “Jamoral” or the association of Jolas and other Africans in Italy led by Lamin Jarju who invited me to the conference.” Mr. Tamba then disclosed that the association is planning to get other African Countries like Nigeria, Egypt, Niger, Mali, and more involved in their sensitization program within the next six months. “Among other things we discussed the SMS program that Tostan is planning which would introduce new mobile phones so that our people can spread our ideas using many different languages. We also touched on the rights of children and health.” The conference was organized by Maria Pupo; the director of Anastasia. Author: By Sarata Jabbi Dibba Source: The Point What's On-A chat with Yusupha Mboob another Gambian mbalax sensation![]() Friday, January 18, 2008 Yusupha Mboob is another Gambian mbalax heart-throb struggling hard to gain international recognition. He is currently based in Austria where he is active in music more than ever before. Born and raised in Banjul, the young mbalax star hailed from a griot family with the likes of Pap Touray, his (uncle) who was then the lead singer of the Super Eagles, Ifangbondi and Sotokoto bands respectively. His mother Aji Chuch Njie commonly referred to as the queen of traditional music in The Gambia was not also a hidden name in the country’s music arena, as she also travelled internationally promoting her music. Yus as he is commonly called is currently working on his new album called “Saraba Saraba” which will soon storm the music market. In this interview with What’s On, from his base in Vienna, Austria, The Gambian mbalax star talks about his music career among others. Excerps: Tell us little about yourself? Well my name is Yusupha Mboob. I am a Gambian currently living in Austria. I left The Gambia because I had the feeling that I couldn’t move on there. Many Gambians are more welcoming to foreign musicians compared to the local ones. I had the feeling that I didn’t get enough support in The Gambia. And I wanted to help my family, this is why I left the country and went to Europe. I am the only Gambian mbalax singer who is in Europe at the moment. I am promoting traditional Gambian music in Europe. Anytime Gambians need me, I will always be available. When did you start singing mbalax? I started singing since I was very young, about 7 years-old. I inherited the talent and feeling for music from my family, especially my uncle and my mum. I started with mbalax, I have never ventured into another music. I am a real, true mbalax singer! People often compare me to Youssou N’Dour. But I am different from him, because I am a Gambian and I have my own style, which is rooted in The Gambia and Gambian traditions. How many albums have you produced so far? I have produced three albums. My first album was “Dinga Dem” (“You will go”), sponsored by Gamstar. I also produced two other albums, “Why Are We Fighting” and “Setlu” (“Observe”). At the moment I am working on a new album called “Saraba Saraba” which I plan to release in The Gambia. This album will include a tribute song to my uncle Pap Touray. I want to use it to tell Gambians especially musicians, that we should not forget where we belong. We should remember where our music started from. I am known here because of mbalax and I use it to help my family, support my people in The Gambia. My next single track after that will be called “Ligey”. I am just working on the video clip. “Ligey” means “work. And this is what I do here in Europe. In this song, I tell all Gambians how important work is. We have to move on and try to make things better with our own hands! Hard work can develop a country. I even recorded a nice song with the Gambian reggae star Singateh (aka Freaky Joe) when he visited me here in Austria. The song is called “Suma Njabot” (“My Family”). I will release it soon. You are one of the nominees in the upcoming Gambian Talents Promotions awards night. Which categories are you nominated in? Well, I have been nominated for the “Mbalax Song Of The Year” and also the “Most Outstanding Overseas Male Artist”. I am very happy about the nomination because it will help me to promote my music and our country in the music world. How do you feel about being nominated for those categories? I am very happy to be with nominated artists in the same award. It is very important to keep in mind, that we are all brothers and sisters. We should not see each other as competitors. We should love and respect each other and work together for a better future. I hope that in future Gambian musicians and Gambian music in general will be more known in the world. The Gambian Talents Award is a big promotion for us! I really want to thank people and organisations like “Gambian Talents” or “Saul Sounds” who have made it possible for us to promote our music. How is it like to be a musician in Austria? It is very nice, because I’m getting a lot of support from The Gambians living here, and from other Africans and also the Austrian people. Of course, sometimes it is not easy to be a musician. You have to work very hard. When my own people criticise me, I feel happy because success cannot come without criticism. It makes you stronger. Author: by Sherrif Janko IAC’s Regional Media Workshop Ends in Addis Ababa![]() Sunday, December 02, 2007 The Inter African Committee on Traditional Practices (IAC) recently ended a two-day regional media workshop in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. In her welcoming address the executive director, Mrs. Berhane Ras- Work, has said that the IAC realizes the strong potential of the media to promote positive values and norms while discouraging negative attitudes that violate basic human rights principles. “At the international level the universality and indivisibility of human rights principles have been confirmed and accepted. Based on this confirmation, international and regional instruments have been developed and adopted. Despite this encouraging development, violation and violence against women still persist.”
Author: Sarata Jabbi-Dibba Source: The Point Gambia observes Remembrance Day![]() Monday, November 12, 2007 The 22nd July Square and Fajara War Cemetery, were yesterday, the venues for activities marking the celebration of Remembrance Day. As a tradition of reminding the nation’s youth about the significance of World Wars I and II, the event was graced by Her Excellency Isatou Njie-Saidy, Vice-President of the Republic of The Gambia, Phil Sinkinson OBE, British High Commissioner to the Gambia, Hon. Fatoumata Jahumpa Ceesay, Speaker of the National Assembly, representatives of the Government of The Gambia, the CDS, IGP, DGs, religious leaders, members of The Gambia Legion and Commonwealth ex-Services League, as well as members of the Diplomatic and Consular Corps and a cross-section of the community. In his introductory remarks, Lt Alhagie Sanneh, public relations officer of the Gambia Armed Forces, elaborated on the significance of the day. According to him, the event is meant "to pay respect to those brave men and women who stood up against tyranny for the freedom of human kind." He went on to say that "it is a special day set aside to remember all those men and women who were killed during the two World Wars and other conflicts. At one time, the day was known as a Armistice Day and was renamed Remembrance Day, after the Second World War." Getting back to history, Lt Sanneh indicated that "the First WW had brought about the mobilisation of 70 million people, leaving between nine and 13 million dead and perhaps as many as one third with no known graves. The Allied Nations, comprising countries such as Great Britain, America, France, Canada and other Commonwealth countries, including The Gambia, chose this day and time for the commemoration of the war dead." Lt Sanneh also described the day as a great moment to recognize the tradition of freedom these men and women fought to preserve. He said: "they believed that their actions would make significant difference for the future, but it is up to us to ensure that their dreams of peace are realized. On Remembrance Day, we acknowledge the courage and sacrifices of all those who serve humanity and we also acknowledge our responsibility to work for the peace they fought hard to achieve." For his part, Alhagi Papa Ebrima Njie, President of The Gambia Legion Association, said the reason for the parade was to ensure that Gambian students do not forget that millions of men and women across the globe fought valiantly to defend and protect democracy, especially during the perilous times of World War I and II. He thanked President Yahya Jammeh for the unflinching support he graciously continues to provide to their Association. He also expressed similar sentiments to the British Commonwealth Ex-Services League. In a similar vein, Phil Sinkinson OBE, British High Commissioner to The Gambia pointed out the universal dimension of this commemorative ceremony which marks the ending of World Wars I and II. He said: "The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month attained a special significance in the post-war years. The moment hostilities ceased became universally associated with the remembrance of those who had died in the war."
The central element of Remembrance Day ceremonies are the two minutes of silence as was observed at both the July 22nd Square and the Fajara Commonwealth War Cemetery, followed by the laying of wreaths on the cenotaph by Vice-President Njie-Saidy, and High Commissionner Sinkinson; Brigadier-General Lang Tombong Tamba, Chief of Defense Staff; Benedict Jammeh, Inspector General of Police; Papa Ebrima Njie, president of The Gambia Legion Association and the Boys Scout Association.
Author: by Abdoulie John NIGERIA: Wave of repression on so-called ‘amoral’ behaviour![]() Tuesday, September 18, 2007 Human rights advocates in Nigeria are voicing alarm about recent arrests of cross-dressing men and of women allegedly wearing ‘indecent’ clothes, saying the arrests could signal a deterioration of civil rights. In the mostly Muslim city of Bauchi in northern Nigeria, 18 men were arrested last month while dressed up as women. In the country’s biggest and traditionally more permissive Christian city, Lagos, scores of women have been arrested in recent weeks for allegedly dressing indecently. “The reports from Bauchi and Lagos are worrying,” said Waheed Lawal, an Abuja-based lawyer and member of Civil Rights Congress, a local rights group. “They could have implications for the rights of ordinary people.” He and other human rights activists warn that state and federal officials are eroding basic civil liberties by re-activating archaic and sometimes defunct laws. In Bauchi police raided a party at a hotel on 4 August, claiming that men there were planning a group same-sex wedding. The men were taken to an Islamic court in Bauchi and charged with sodomy – an offence punishable by death under Muslim law. Traditional tolerance Most of those arrested were held until 21 August after which they were charged with the lesser crime of soliciting homosexual sex which is punishable by one year in jail and 30 lashes. But they were all freed on bail later the same day. While northern Nigeria is seen as the most conservative part of the country, a tradition of transvestism in many cities has been tolerated. Lawal accused the state government – one of 12 in Nigeria's mainly Muslim north to have adopted the Shariah code – of whipping up hostile sentiments against the suspects. “I see a case here of overzealous law enforcement infringing on civil rights,” he said. Lagos Lawal expressed similar concerns over the action of police who arrested scores of women in Lagos in August on allegations of either ‘indecent dressing’ or ‘wandering’, a term from a law that was repealed more than a decade ago. Some police still apply the law defunct law wittingly, or unwittingly, civil rights lawyers say.
Most of the women arrested were held without charges beyond the two days stipulated under the law and some were allegedly raped, abused and forced to pay bribes.
Source: IRIN |