Once upon a time, my friend was
coming from school in Banjul. At the Bakau junction, OJ (then a Minister under
the First Republic) drove past as they look for a ride home. He pulled over,
reversed to where they were. In his ministerial Mercedes he took in the kids
and gave the rest D25 each. From that day on, my boy became an OJ disciple, and
by his account I also became one. This is just to show how inexpensive goodwill
is, and how I love it when a person of influence is imbued with the spirit of
the common man.
Couple years ago, I was coming
from the Traffic Lights going to the Independence Stadium to play ball. By the
Glory Baptist, I saw a speeding presidential convoy coming. Typical of the
time, the escort was occupying both lanes and even parts of the walkway,
narrowing my options to making a shoulder drop-off, risking a scrape, or even
breaking my bottom plate than getting into a head-on.
Today, July 5, 2017, between the
Pipeline Mosque and Africell, I chanced upon President Barrow's convoy. As
undivided a highway as Kairaba Avenue is, his kept to its lane without
disturbing the opposing flow of traffic. Cosmetic or genuine I don't care, it
was an honourable act. It rebuilt my faith in the restoration of my rights and
dignity as a citizen of this country, like we have all the time been yearning
for.... and the convoy though militarised, it was so moderate in speed that I
could see and confirm that indeed, a lady doesn't come much classier than our
First Lady. If you know her, tell her I said her presidential wave is dope. In
fact, tell the First Family to stay as humble as I think they are; it will take
them far.
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