Saturday, March 15, 2014

The Thione Seck Brouhaha – Opinion

From infancy onward, our ability to successfully regulate our emotions is a tremendously important skill that is not only crucial to archiving our personal objectives, but will also affect our character, which will in turn determine how we socially interact with others.

Between the ages of 5-12, we start to form moral values, recognize cultural and individual differences. And by our teenage years, our moral compass would have been fully formed, regardless of our cultural background.

Emotional competence and a decent moral compass are central to setting principles to live by in life. Emotional competence is necessary to help adjust our emotional arousal to an appropriate level to make better decisions, and moral compass helps guide those decisions. It is my opinion that there is a minimum set of emotional competence and adequate moral compass needed to be able to recognize the common good, but am afraid too many of us may be operating below that threshold. Without the minimum requirements, taking a stand on anything in life will be virtually impossible.

We are now consumed by self-interest, a culture of meaningless competitions, and enormous greed. If you are of the belief that tyranny is wrong and bad for humanity, you should vehemently reject it and anything that directly promotes it in all its forms. There are some things we should accept, and some things we should not accept.

This brings me to the ongoing brouhaha over the call to boycott Thione Seck’s upcoming tour in the U.S, to send a strong message to him and all the other President Jammeh praise singers. Anyone that claims to be against tyranny should not be involved in such, or try to justify it. Those invoking the names of other Jammeh praise singers in their attempt to rationalize the up-coming Thione Seck events are basically talking from both sides of their mouths. Two wrongs don’t make a right. We are good at finding ways to justify what benefits us, even when it does not align with what we claim to stand for or represent.

When concerned Gambians expressed their objections to Senegalese musicians endorsing and condoning dictatorship in The Gambia and asked that they refrain from doing so, it was only Thione Seck who responded in the media, and angrily too. Here is his response; “nobody can prevent me from doing my work. I will sing praises for anyone I like, including President Jammeh.” These were the words of a man supposedly endowed with wisdom, if we are to go by some of his songs (ndaanan nu ndaanan yee). Arrogant and disrespectful, to say the least!

Music is a powerful art form and comes with heavy responsibilities; that is why it is a special talent and not everyone has it. Music and musician have a way of influencing people’s psyche, and that should not be taken for granted. BeyoncĂ© and Jay-Lo performed private concerts for dictators and were compelled to donate their pay to charity because they came under fire, and those were private concerts. This is a public concert and those who have issues with some of these artists and their unscrupulous ways should be able to voice their legitimate concerns.

What do we believe in as a people? Do we empathize with the plight of the Gambian people and are willing to make a minimal sacrifice? We keep chasing the intangibles at the expense of the suffering, and conflicting ourselves along the way. It is impossible to dialogue/negotiate with a double agent. And who does that anyway? Standing for something will not kill you, it will only help build your character and show that you value and recognize the common good.

We have been blinded by meaningless entertainment to the detriment of our people. It has become fashionable and a bragging right to be the number fan of one of these Senegalese praise singers. We spend more money on entertainment/”heews” than educating our children. You ask for a simple sacrifice of not attending a Thione Seck event to take a stand, and folks are ready to riot! Don’t get me wrong, I will dance to a tune myself, but will effortlessly take a rain check for the common good as well. There will be more tunes to dance to.

If you give your paycheck, tax returns funds, or your jewelry to a praise singer to sing your praises, you are basically buying yourself a “lie”. No, you don’t own Atlanta (yai borom Atlanta). No, you don’t own London (yai borom London). No, your Grandpa never owned half of any town in Gambia. But if that’s what makes you feel better, then go for it, have fun, and dance your troubles away.

Gambians in the diaspora have a choice to make and the opportunity to stand for something and make a difference no matter how minimal, unlike most back home. Hopefully, with proper usage of our emotional competencies and moral compasses, enough will decide to make the right choice!

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Memories of a Gambian Child

Heavy rain beating on the rooftop to the rhythm of drums
Children crawl into a fetal position under the covers

Back into Mummy’s tummy they return, safe and sound
Sleeping tight and dreaming pleasantly as the thunder roar

Outside seeds germinate and flowers freely grow and spread wild
Butterflies evolve…egg, caterpillar, cocoon, imago…ready to pollinate

The sun’s rays accentuate the beauty of their mesmerizing colors
They fly from flower to flower-gathering nectar, colors change before your eyes

Waves hitting the shoreline, shaping and designing the coastline
An architect employed by nature with infinite talent

Fishermen set sail in the middle of the night guided only by the moon
Women anxiously waiting on the beaches as fishermen return with the sun

Feather soft and milk white sand massage the soles of their feet
Relieving the load as they set to journey home and feed families

Palm trees in line waiting for marching orders
In colorful postcards they end up traveling the world over

Entering at Fatoto the river tirelessly runs to empty into the Atlantic
Washing away boats carrying cargo to destinations along the way

Majestic birds singing melodious songs of freedom on treetops
Too majestic for Queen Elizabeth to compete, tiara, broche, gloves and all

Bird watchers mesmerized by their vibrant colors and glorious sounds
With the naked eye, ears, and binoculars they come equipped and ready

Unlucky Pigeons answer to the holy calling of my slingshot
Not too filling but tasty enough and worth the trouble

Playing outside a profession I cherished and perfected
Meet me at the park for a soccer challenge win or lose

The aroma of Grandma’s Churaa gerrteh a feast for my sense of smell
As I turn the corner for the final stretch to retire for the evening

Oh how I miss the stories I never understood as a curious child
They molded me into shape, gave me eternal memories, and guided me

Press rewind, I want to watch my childhood over and over again
Please don’t destroy the reel; classic movies are always the best!