After the fall of Goloh, Gambia reached euphoria and the excitement hit a crescendo. Promise filled the air and the political capital was flowing. The entire world was in admiration and they praise sang Gambia better than all our Jalibas combined. Gambia was smiling and on the rise again.
But the euphoria was short lived, poisoned by partisan politics. The Tactical Alliance shattered it all! The coalition went from a rock to a million pebbles. UDP was now the Big Dog and all the hungry bellies ran and joined them. Soon, their numbers hit the millions - rally, upon rally, blanketed by a cloud of dust.
From the outside looking in, everything seemed wonderful and we were told that size matter. We even saw Darboe grab the mic 🎤and hit a few high notes when he performed the hit song “Darboe yay banko taa.” For the UDP congregation, the sun was shining and occasionally penetrating the cloud of dust and sending a ray of light their way, activating “kufang mode.”
It was all about party politics now and a father and son affair. But as it turns out, the son is a “ding kurung”, and Gambia is suffering for it. That’s where we are now - ndam demut, ndam dekut, nyepp tork di horley. Nee lafa tajor. Running like a hamster and going nowhere!
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