Only Galleh!!!
 
And to think he was busy with uniwork?? He fooled me. This cat doesn't need  
any more degrees and I'll be damned if the universities will rob us of him.  
Samba Kookah!!!! I swear I haven't heard this term for a 100 years. And you 
know  I'm old. Ginny don't even think about it!!!
 
Masoud. MQJGDT. Al Islam.
 
In a message dated 6/22/2008 6:05:58 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time,  
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Critical Bones

By Baba Galleh Jallow

It was a hot  afternoon in dusty city. Poplin lay lazily on his couch, his 
eyes closed, his  mind roaming around the world from one object and issue to the 
other, hoping  that sleep would come soon to shut his mind and give him some 
respite from all  the troubles of this scheming world. All of a sudden, an 
unusually loud bang  sounded on his door. Before he could ask the obvious 
question, his long time  friend burst in, looking all hot and agitated.

‘Hey Kookah you almost  broke my eardrums,’ Poplin said, as he lay back into 
his couch. 

His  friend Samba Kookah dumped his duffel bag on the floor and instead of 
sitting  down, paced angrily up and down the sitting room, his eyes red hot, his 
teeth  clenched, his entire face a mask of creases and dust-soaked sweat. 
Poplin had  never seen Kookah this agitated before. He sat up.

‘Hey what’s up man?  You not acting normal.’
‘I don’t give a damn,’ Kookah fumed. ‘I have to  deal with this guy! I have 
some serious bones to pick with him!’
‘What guy?  Has someone offended you? Did you get into a fight?’ Poplin 
stared hard at  Samba Kookah, who was now angrily grinding his teeth as he paced 
up and down  the room.’
‘You know who I mean. I told you about him last night.’
‘But  Kookah, come on, man. What did he do to you? Why don’t you leave him  
alone?’
‘He should leave me alone! Just now when I was riding in the van he  sat on 
my mind and made me forgot myself and all the other passengers held  their 
noses and looked at me. Some of the rude girls were even laughing at me!  The 
fucking beast!’
‘You did what in the van? Oh come on. Even if something  smelled and people 
held their noses why should anyone think it was  you?’
‘It was me man - it was loud! Why should he make me do that in  public?’
‘Come on Kookah; you can’t blame him for being in your mind. He  didn’t put 
himself there. You put him there. Why not try to forget him?’
‘I  did not put him there!’ Samba Kookah yelled, glaring at his friend. ‘I 
don’t  want him in my mind but he stays there all the time! When I sleep he’s 
in my  dreams. When I wake up first thing in the morning he’s on my mind. The 
other  day I nearly cut my hand at work because he sat on my mind like a 
devil! He’s  a fucking devil and I have to deal with him!’
‘Now, okay Kookah,’ Poplin  said, trying to calm his friend down. ‘Let’s 
look at this issue logically.  Tell me one thing – one bad thing this guy has 
ever done to you or said about  you. Just one thing so I can understand why you 
have such critical bones to  pick with him.’
‘He thinks that he’s better than me and everyone else!’  Kookah fumed.
‘Did he ever tell you he thinks he’s better than you  Kookah?’
‘He never said it but I know it. The way he looks at me, the way  he smiles, 
as if he knows everything and I am a fool!’
‘Now come on Kookah.  I think you are being extremely unreasonable and unfair 
to this guy. Do you  remember telling me how he used to be so kind and 
helpful to you? When your  wife grabbed your neck and called you a woman because you 
didn’t have fish  money didn’t you say he gave you lots of money when you 
told him? And when  your wife slapped you and called you good for nothing 
because you couldn’t pay  the rent did he not give you money to pay? As far as I 
know this guy has done  you only good. It puzzles me why you are so hostile to 
him now. There must be  something you’re not telling me.’
‘There’s nothing; nothing! What I don’t  understand is why he keeps sitting 
in my mind all the time! He’s a fucking  witch and a beast and I must deal 
with him.’
‘You really gotta be kidding  me Kookah. Aha! You remember telling me about 
the time you called yourself  Mbota and told a lie about the chief’s wife to 
him and someone overheard you  and the chief’s police arrested him and tried to 
force him to reveal your  identity? Didn’t you say he chose to go to jail than 
reveal your identity? And  you know the chief would have killed you because 
he trusted you so much and  you betrayed his trust by lying about his favorite 
wife. But this guy suffered  for you and spent three days in jail rather than 
disclose your identity.  Should you not be grateful to him rather than making 
an enemy of him?’
‘I  was grateful to him but he thought I was a fool and he thinks he’s 
better than  me. Just because he helped me doesn’t mean that he’s better than me. 
And  that’s what I don’t fucking like about him and I have to find a way to 
deal  with him, to expose his vanity, to make him vanish off the face of the 
earth!  Look what he did to me today, in public, how he put me to shame?’
‘Kookah,  Kookah, Kookah.’ Poplin was getting impatient with his friend. ‘
Look, you need  to sit down and have a glass of water. My final advice to you is 
this: stop  bothering yourself about this guy. He has done nothing wrong to 
you. If you do  not drop this silly idea of having critical bones with an 
innocent man, a man  who has done you only good, nemesis will soon be your lot. 
Just forget about  him man.’
‘So you are now threatening me ha? You are now taking his side  even though I 
am your friend! Then let our friendship end here today! I must  deal with him 
and I must deal with him and I do not need any advice from  you!’

Samba Kookah angrily grabbed his duffel bag and stormed out of  the room, 
banging the door loudly behind him. At the compound gate he missed a  step and 
went sprawling face down into the sandy street. A chorus of  children’s laughter 
greeted his fall as he blew the sand out of his mouth . .  . He was having a 
really bad day, the worst day of his life!  Picking  himself up and ignoring 
the laughter of the rude children, Samba Kookah  angrily strode away. He had to 
deal with that impudent bloke who thought that  he was better than the entire 
world! Just let him wait and see! He knew  exactly what to do!  
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