In the Gambia, perhaps even more
disorientating than trying to remember a rhyme you made in your dream is trying
to become an autodidact. Bloody hell! Here? What you know is not knowledge
unless learned from the classroom.
If you haven’t gone through the
shitstem, you better be seen and not heard, because the next jab they’d throw is: with what authority does he speak? What’s his qualification? You know –
that arrogantly stupid ancient Greek mentality.
Still, on the Gambia,
and perhaps I’m being
overdramatic, but I just can’t help seeing it so. I think our national politics
is becoming a clusterfuck - the military calls its sort SNAFU (Status Nominal:
All Fucked Up, or FUBAR (Fucked Up Beyond All Repair). o, until fixed, I'm out!
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