Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Watch The Mic!

(Photo courtesy of Libertynews.com)
Watch the mic! It is hot sensitive and intoxicating

Covered by cumulonimbus clouds the airwaves hang low
Ten feet from the ground and twenty thousand feet high
So dark so heavy and so full of moisture
Voices pouring down like monsoon rain with clapping thunder

Watch the mic! It is hot sensitive and intoxicating.

Thunder loud enough to cause permanent hearing loss
Full of misinformation false accusations and blah blah blah
Houses flooded parents and other family members get washed away
Down the river Gambia they go leaving dirty laundry behind

Watch the mic! It is hot sensitive and intoxicating.

Tons of rubble littering the ground after the stormy voices
Now who’s going to clean up this mess?
Used as a weapon to destroy and not as a tool to construct
Tagging and attempting to assassinate those who object

Watch the mic! It is hot sensitive and intoxicating.

Baanenderoo ak saga ndey nicely packaged and ready to go
Free delivery to your doorstep rain or shine
Don’t you dare question conflict of interests or speak your mind
You will be rewarded with name-calling and a spoiler of the year award

Watch the mic! It is hot sensitive and intoxicating.

Personal interest false claims and self-positioning front and center
All geared towards something nonexistent
Common good principle and integrity on the back burner
While super kanja is cooked and served daily

Watch the mic! It is hot sensitive and intoxicating.

Attitude adjustment and sensitivity training badly needed
Egos tamed and returned into their holes
Issues and ideas must replace personal attacks and lies
Rebuilding and enlightenment must be the focus

Let’s use the radio and not abuse it!

Monday, June 2, 2014

The Concept of Power

Do you think about the concept of power? I have been, a lot lately. And my unfettered curiosity would not let me rest, so I felt compelled to explore the subject. However, as soon as I started to get my feet wet on the matter, I quickly realized that it is densely intricate and deeply subjective. At a minimum, it would take me a lifetime to try to unravel the concept of power, and I only have half left, if am lucky, which I am not willing to dedicate to the subject in the first place. And, I have other interests too, so I decided to settle for what was possible, considering my hazardously busy life and benign laziness. 

In expressing my curiosity in the subject of power, I don’t want to give the impression, even remotely, that I am an expert or have done extensive reading on the subject. In fact, I have a series of questions of my own. Does power and authority mean the same thing? If not, can one exist without the other? Are they interchangeable? If not, where does authority end and power begin? Is the relationship between a parent and a child, power based or authority based? I guess that depends on the “cultural context”, because you would have to have some form of absolute power over your child to be able to force them into marriage. What about influence? Is it a form of power too? I hope someone else will feast on these questions and clarify them for me. But for the purpose of this piece, I intend to focus on the three instruments for wielding or enforcing power:

Power is one of those few words we use frequently with seemingly little need to reflect on its meaning, and so it has been for all of history. In addition to kingship and glory, power is associated with God in all the Holy Books – as having the ultimate power. Power is referenced in most of our daily conversations, and not many get through the day without mentioning it. The United States is said to have power and Britain is said to have lost power. Corporations are said to be dangerously powerful, and the multinational ones even more so. The United States used to have industrial power, but they lost that to Germany and Japan. How about China? Russia is showing some military power at the moment in Ukraine in their attempt to annex Crimea. India recently elected a new Prime Minister, Narendra Modi, and power is expected to shift there. Bill Gates and Warren Buffet are seen as powerful people. Jonnie Cochran was deemed a powerful lawyer. 

The internet is said to be powerful. We should not forget religious leaders. Oh, and a good number of presidents around the world have too much power which allows them to be dictators. What does all this mean? None of these and the countless other references to power is ever thought to need any explanation. Regardless of the context in which the word is used, we just assume the meaning is understood. The frequent use of power has given it such a commonsense meaning and it needs little or no clarification. Webster defines power as “the ability or right to control people or things”. Max Weber, the German sociologist and political scientist (1864 – 1920), who was deeply mesmerized by the intricacy of the subject, settled for a definition close to everyday understanding: power is “the ability to impose one’s will upon the behavior of other persons”. Someone or some group is always trying to impose their will on someone or a group daily, in every aspect of life and everywhere in the world. But exactly how is this will imposed? It is done through Condign, Compensatory and Conditioned power.

Condign power has a prehistoric and well-established relationship to physical punishment, detention under various harsh conditions, inflicting of pain, mutilation, other forms of torture, or even death. This idea is real; all societies recognize the unkind character of such condign punishment and its cruelty, and all have regulations controlling or trying to control its use. For the most part, it’s considered a form of human rights abuse now, and society in general condemns its promiscuous use by a country or a system of government. Entities like Humans Right Watch and Amnesty International were set up for this specific reason. Tiananmen Square, Abu Ghraib and Mile2 come to mind. 

The most distinctive quality of condign power is that it’s objective and visible. Condign power threatens the individual with physical or emotion pain harmful enough for them to forgo the pursuits of their own will or preference to avoid it. In other words, submission is won by making the alternative adequately painful. It is a form of quid pro quo for their submission. Those submitting to the will of others are doing so consciously; they have calculated that this is a better course of action for them. For example, inmates in Guantanamo Bay gave up information (true or false) to avoid waterboarding. For most societies, it is considered imperative that murder, rape and other physical assault be prevented, that condign power be used to bring the would-be murderer or rapist firmly into submission to the will of the community on these matters. 

These acts, accordingly, lie under a threat of heavy punishment (mostly condign) to curtail them. However, the proper degree in condign punishment is among the most disputed questions in modern society, and the source of intense debate. Does the punishment handed to a murderer or rapist appropriate to the result sought? How about those guilty of treason? What grade of condign punishment is fitting enough not to violate their liberty and dignity? Physical superiority gave men the ability to impose their will on their physically weaker spouse. Husbands originally won the submission or obedience of wives by applying or the threat of physical assault. A schoolmaster traditionally imposed his will by condign punishment; something I can attest to because my dad was once a schoolmaster (njeff rek!). I wonder if “spare the rod and spoil the child” still holds.

Compensatory power is similar to condign power in its distinctive objectivity and visibility quality, but submission is bought instead of won by the threat of inflicting physical punishment. A laborer who works for pay is at a much better place that the slave whose submission to the will of the master is persuaded by the threat of brutal physical punishment. The former gets no compensation and faces the threat of starvation if he refuses to work and the latter gets lashes but never gets fired. The slave has a better job security by far. The difference between slave labor and paid labor is indeed great, but should the change be attributed to economic development or enlightenment. 

Compensatory power is the relationship between employer and employee. Employees are rewarded for their submission in the form of a paycheck by employers, and the threat of getting fired and starvation is sufficient for them to submit to their employer’s will. Part of the submission also includes proper and acceptable behavior based on the employer’s guidelines. But employees will not willingly submit to overtime work without overtime pay, thanks to the labor laws we have in place in most societies now. The appropriate gradation of compensatory reward is also among the disputed questions in modern society, and source of strong contention, especially, between the sexes. Why do women get paid less than men for performing the same job? Are the salaries paid to CEOs too excessive? 

In addition to the threat of physical assault against women for their submission, no one can doubt the effectiveness of compensatory power, of reward in the form of clothing, jewelry, trips and entertainment. These have long and sufficiently helped men in securing the feminine will. Yep! Ladies, did you hear that? All the gifts, trips and entertainments are intended to buy your submission. What about soldiers whose submissions are won partially by their pay, partially by the threat of condign punishment if they fail to show bravery in the presence of the enemy. In earlier times soldiers who deserted in the face of the enemy were subject to summary execution. Mercenaries on the other hand, are motivated only by compensatory power. People with money are said to have power because they can pay others to summit to their will. Compensatory is considered a more socially desirable way of obtaining submission compared to Condign.

Although Condign and Compensatory power are visible and objective, Condition power, on the other hand, is subjective; neither those exercising it nor those subject to it need to realize that it is being applied. Submission is gained through persuasion and education. This is explicit conditioning. It can be dictated by the culture itself or religion; the submission is considered to be standard, appropriate, or traditionally proper. This is implicit conditioning. With no clear line separating the two; explicit conditioning blends into implicit. Physical strength gave men access to condign power over women and compensatory power helps in securing feminine obedience with masculine will. However, most of male power and female submission is a result of conditioned power.  

Female submission to masculine will has virtually relied on belief since ancient times – that such submission is the natural order of things. It is inked in scripture and reinforced at home, and in the schools as the proper role of women in society. Men should love, honor and cherish, and women are to love, honor and obey. Women are prepared from when they are young to be delivered to men down the aisle, and FGM (female genital mutilation) is part of that preparation in some cultures. Despite the physical, psychological and emotional trauma, this cruel practice is performed on more than 125 million girls and women in the 29 countries in Africa and Middle East where FGM is concentrated. The practice is mostly believed to preserve chastity, ensuring desirability, improving fertility, and enhancing sexual pleasure for men. Go figure! 

Nonetheless, all throughout history, you will find an occasionally astonishing or eccentric woman who, by personality or sexual competence, will manage to impose her will on men, community or government. Marilyn Monroe was such a woman (Happy Birthday Mr. President!). Let’s not forget Cleopatra who, as pharaoh, consummated a liaison with Julius Caesar that solidified her grip on the throne. As with the assertion of male dominance, the power of belief is paramount in other aspects of conditioned power. The old chestnut of Gambia’s president possessing the ability to cure AIDS is part of conditioned power meant to mystify him. The power of religion is overwhelmingly driven by belief – belief that it is divine, and supported by the threat of condign punishment both in the present and the hereafter. Conditioned power is the product of a range from objective, persuasion and education.

Condign, compensatory and conditioned power, to an unfortunate extent is abundantly available to presidents in much of the present-day world to help them stay in power. They have the ability to use condign power to confine, torture and kill those who oppose their will. Their access to state funds allows them to use compensatory power to buy the support and will of the people. And conditioned power, to a large degree, helps create belief – belief that leaders know what’s best for the people and should never be questioned. In an effort to emancipate women from male domination, various forms of condign masculine power has been challenged, like the right of husbands to inflict physical and mental punishment on their spouses to subdue them, by the women’s movement. There has been a major push to mitigate the compensatory power imposed by men through education and the development of employment opportunities for women outside the home, and to end the discriminatory practices that keep women in subordinate jobs to get them out of Mitt Romney’s binder. But how much is being done to counter conditioned power, I wonder? The belief of female submission is still being reiterated as traditional values in the home, family, community and religion. And in most cases, women are full participants.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

April Nightmare

((http://www.worldsocialism.org)
Like April showers bullets rained down
Leaving students soaked in profuse blood

The new God came down like a ton of bricks
Students crushed and 14 lives expired?

Screams poignant enough to puncture eardrums
Helter Skelter and ringing heads

Heads inundated with noise filling the valleys of the mind
Gusting through the brain and bloodstream

Dust clouds form as students run to safe lives
Theirs’ and that of others

Defenseless but brave
State Securities operating with impunity

Green souls evaporated with unfulfilled promises left behind
Legacy so thick and suffocating

A dark story that exudes a stale chilliness
Now ingrained in the minds of mothers and country

Perished lives will rest in peace
While survivors struggle and show courage

Unpaid medical bills and hospital evictions
From London to Egypt as the games continue

Newspapers ignore relevant dates and incidents
Empty spaces given to meaningless other news

A cocktail of denial and arrogance served daily
When will the April Nightmare end?

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!

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

The Land I used to know

The land I used to know was sandy, warm and sunny
Tiny, cute, fluffy and cuddly like a bunny

The laughter of children abundant and endless 
And smiles rivaled the sun for brightness

All that now replaced by sorrow and sadness
Situation altered to nothing but madness

Like a sailing ship I’ve watched it drift away
My soul detached not wanting to stay

Children crush each other scrambling for biscuits thrown at them
Wearing rags with too many holes to hem

Dreams I envisioned for them fade away into the sky
Like clouds making way for sunshine after the storm, but why?

What have they done to deserve this?
Has God abandoned them because he’s pissed?

Their sweet dreams turning into a violent nightmare
Leaving every bed wet with sweat and urine, I swear

A bedtime story and the sweetest lullaby no longer comforting
And nets no longer reliable to stop mosquitoes from penetrating

The land I use to know is now a stranger to me
And what did Mummy say they could be?

Even the sky has become crushingly oppressive
Hanging low enough to generate pressure so excessive

My people’s actions have left me dizzy and confused
But their new value system I vehemently refused

Calling me bro but will have the lions eat me like a Christmas pie
Why should I let a vicious eagle unplug my eye?

The land I used to know is now like an alien from space
And I wonder who will discover her when she lands in a field of mace.

Monday, December 23, 2013

Senegalese Artists and Gambian Audience – A One Way Freeway

As far as I can remember, Senegalese music has always been in my ambient surroundings. Allow me go to give a little background; my Grandma’s radio used to play Madina Sabakh and Ndiaga Mbaye songs, and I grew up listening and dancing to Senegalese music too, particularly, the music of Youssou Ndour, Thione Seck and Omar Pene. Their music was played at almost every social function. A Thione Seck song is quite long though, approximately 35 minutes, enough to significantly wear out your dancing shoes.

Momodou & Youssour N'dour at Golden Gate Park, San Francisco
To say that Gambian and Gambians played an integral role in building and nurturing their careers would be an understatement, especially Youssou Ndour’s. Youssou started coming to Gambia as a teenager, when his musical talent was at its infancy; his music partially ripe and his voice moderately rich. He used to run-away from home and cross the border into Gambia with his band. This was prior to his father’s approval of his music profession. Most of us have witnessed Youssou’s music evolve from “ndaga” to “mbalax”, and have cheerfully watched him blossom into a superstar and become a world-renowned singer. It is nearly impossible to talk about African music without invoking the name and music of Youssou Ndour, and Gambian audiences have been there from the inception – supporting and encouraging him. Gambians are always excited beyond containment when Youssou Ndour is coming to town. A new outfit is what the doctor will always order. The relationship between the artist and his captivating audience has always been magical!

Over the years, lots of other Senegalese artists have followed in the footsteps of Youssou, Thione and Omar. Virtually every popular and successful Senegalese artist’s career was partly built in Gambia. The majority of them frequent Gambia to play concerts that are generally sold out, and patrons shower them with cash and jewelry, including those who can least afford it. Every time a Senegalese artist visits Gambia, he/she will make out like a bandit, in cash and kind. Not only do the audiences pay to attend their shows, they throw money at them too, especially when their name is called out in a song by the artist (woyan). Some patrons will even lobby to have their name on the “woyan” list. It is the fastest way to gain fifteen minutes of fame, second only to a spectacular scandal, and some Gambians will give an arm and a leg to have their name on such a list. Beside those on the “woyan” list, there are other private individuals who have adopted some of these Senegalese artists; they host them when they are in town and provide them with a temporary life of luxury, Gambian style. You will sometimes hear artists give a shout out to some of these individuals in their recorded songs (deew sangam sa Gambia, belai yaa bakh!).

Gambia is known to be a small and relatively poor country, but not to Senegalese artists. For them,
Gambia is an orchard garden full of money trees that are always ripe for the picking. One after the other, they come to harvest. In the past two decades, Gambia’s president too has become the biggest and tallest “money tree”, always bearing fruit. Numerous praise songs have been sung of him by some of these artists in exchange for some raw cash. Senegalese artists have now found themselves in the center of Gambia’s economy, a comfortable location that allows them to collect money from the state and the people. Double-dip! This relationship between Senegalese artists and Gambian audience is not limited to Gambia; it has now spilled over beyond the boundaries of the country into the Diaspora. The scenario is the same in Atlanta, Seattle and London. Gambians have always gone above and beyond in supporting Senegalese artists, and sometimes to their detriment. Even mediocre artists are cashing in too. Do Gambians now see this as a duty?

Most Gambians and Senegalese alike will tell you that Gambia and Senegal are the same – same people, food, cultural practices, and local languages. Many Gambians have relatives in Senegal, and vice versa, thus making that statement true for all intents and purposes. But the relationship between Senegalese artists and Gambian audience is a different story; it is ONE WAY FREEWAY and Gambians audiences keep on giving and giving, and some in hopes of a sheer mention of their name in a song. What exactly is the value of such mention and what does it attain or validate? The desire to collect more tolls from Gambians by Senegalese artists has also intensified; some of them are directly calling Gambians asking them for money or material items, they can no longer wait for the upcoming concerts to collect. There are lots of exclamations of disbelief in some of the stories I’ve heard and the ones I personally know about. Seems like some Gambians just can’t have enough of Senegalese artists, and are willing to do what ever it takes to keep them pleased, but most importantly, get a verbal confirmation from them about their kindness and generosity (belai yaa bakh). There is definitely value in entertainment, but what is its worth and when does it become foolishly overvalued?

Whether out of a false sense of duty or detrimental generosity, Gambians continue to heavily support Senegalese artists. The question now is: should Senegalese artists also give back to exhibit their appreciation? If we go by the notion that Gambia and Senegal are the same and the people and culture are intertwined, then they should, in my opinion. Among all the Senegalese artists, Youssou Ndour is arguably the most successful by far, with major investments in Senegal. He has invested the proceeds of his music sales to establish one of a handful of independent television and newspaper groups. But I have no knowledge of a single investment he has made in Gambia. And if he deems the economic climate in Gambia is not suitable for him to invest, then he should consider possibly hiring a decent amount of Gambians to work in his various investments in Senegal. I’m confident a few do qualify. Starting a foundation in Gambia to support the Arts is also not a bad idea, and Youssou should ponder on that as well. As Gambian artists continue to warm the bench waiting for their turn to shine, they will definitely benefit from something like this to help hone their skills. This idea of giving back should not only be limited to Youssou Ndour alone, the likes of Vivian,Titi, Assan Njie, Pape Diouf and Thione Seck should also consider it. It’s satisfying to take, but it is immensely rewarding to give back.

Senegal is undoubtedly more advanced in the arts compared to Gambia. Moreover, it is considerably bigger with a population of 13.5 million compared to Gambia’s 1.5 million. It is a country that has made enormous contributions to African arts and culture and inspired centuries of poetry, music, literature, dance, and the visual arts. The artistic quality and talent pool there is much more superior. Senegal is also a politically conscious nation where citizens cherish and jealously guard their sweet and tasty democracy, and the recent demonstration against the ex-president, Abdoulie Wade, is a true testament to that. They are very much aware of the political situation in Gambia, and even lampoon the president on TV for his tyrannical ways. An artist like Ouza Diallo (a highly politically conscious artist) has for decades sang songs of protest against the Senegalese government, but is now singing praise songs for Gambia’s tyrant in exchange for cash. I wonder what happened there.

Music has long been a part of every struggle including the antislavery movement in the nineteenth century, the labor movement in the twentieth century, the anti-apartheid movement in South Africa, but the civil rights movement brought a new level of intensity of singing that left a legacy of “freedom songs” now sung all around the world. If Senegal and Gambia are truly the same, then Senegalese artists should show their solidarity in this regard, and not sing the praise of Gambia’s tyrant for cash. In a 2/19/12 interview with The Sunday Telegraph, Youssou Ndour said the following “we are allowing a dictatorship to set in here. Senegal needs to free itself, to rediscover its democracy.” I wish Youssou could publicly say the same about Gambia. After all, Gambia and Senegal are the same.

This piece is meant to only examine the relationship between Senegalese artist and Gambian audience.