Today’s political participation of the Gambian intelligentsia is like the intervention of the police in horror movies: too late and too loud to be effective, especially after the hero has taken care of the villain, in the same way regular Gambians used their years of in-the-trenches experiences to make the ascension of a supposed inferior possible.
If you pay attention to movies you will see that when the police come, they only designate the place a crime scene, collect evidence to complete paperwork, and while at it, yelling all over the place: “Stand Back! This is a Crime Scene! Move, Sir! Ma’am, We Got This!” But all that is after the fact, like maybe their coming late was good riddance to the mess they would’ve made.
The only difference is, the Gambian “woke” squad doesn’t use those “Do Not Enter” ribbons to pretend activity, they profess know-how on panels - self-importantly seated, legs crossed, ankle over knee, flaunting problem-solving skills that only proffer problems for every solution, and now and then, they’d lean back to a more comfortable position, sip from their glasses to stay hydrated from dwelling on lost opportunities that only give substance to the question: “where were you?”
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