Man, our president got swag, yo! It just felt kinda strange seeing a heavyweight in a lightweight shirt, jeans, and a baseball cap.
On a serious note, if we are going to continue celebrating the anniversary of every event leading to the New Gambia:
Y'know, from the December general election now known as "freedom day," to our ex-president's time-buying gimmickry dubbed the "impasse," Halifa's press conferences and celebrityship, to President Barrow's historic return from momentary-exile, Darboe and Co's release, et cetera, I suggest we identify a non-traffic non-peace disturbing venue.
God, I'm so allergic to disturbances. In fact, the only reason I'm putting up with traffic and not occupying Westfield in protest right now is the sight I behold: these ladies and their figure-flattering t-shirts, as if tailored to their body measurements, tucked into all these fine-arse ripped jeans like, Holy Moses, Gambians are beautiful!
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