So Amazing

 

I am amazed

At the skill of the horseman

As he charges down the beach

On his white henna-maned, and tailed

Wind-swepped horse.

 

I am more impressed,

Than annoyed

At the many conversationalists

That I meet, fast talking, parallel walking

And as quick as they are slow.

 

I am transported

By the fishermen

As they work anciently with white nets,

Muscles and brightly fadding

Wooden-bodied boats.

 

I am dazzled

By the women

Carrying various loads

On clothe nests on their heads

Upright, steady and never faultering

 

I am reminded

About myself

When I see the children

Holding hands and looking into their eyes

I see curiosity

 

I am spirited

By their spirit

Which makes an impossible country

Ebb and flow with the tide of the Atlantic

And the Gambia River

 

I am dissappointed

With government and aspirations

The first steering slow change

And the second undermining the

Growth of a great country

 

I see history

In Serrocunda

Senagambia, Barra, Tanjeh

Brufut, Banjul and mostly

On James Island

 

I see the ease

With which it’s possible to forget

And deny responsibility

So I seek strength to support

The right people to do the right thing