Dear Mr. Sey:

This was a desirable one.  I hope we will be seeing more of this kind of posting in order to create a forum
with a wide selection of ideas and interests.

Thanks for sharing!
SSJawara.

----- Original Message ----- 
From: Essa Sey 
To: [log in to unmask] 
Sent: Sunday, April 30, 2000 11:21 PM
Subject: THE DISTANCE WAS TOO SHORT......(prose)


            'Paaap!' paaap!' A fully loaded 'katsaambaar' departed from the kapok tree and gathered speed towards the ferry terminal.With my reddish eyes, sunken cheeks and a dusty 'sumbuya' hat i was endlessly trying to comfortably position my  torso  at a corner in that bush taxi.In order to complement the search for comfort, i utilised some of  that precious time and was chewing,hot,'afra'.
            After fifteen fifteen minutes,an old man happilly chose to share a piece of kolanut 'péliti-guru' with some of us. Was that an elementary lesson of socialism? Was that cooperation? Was that cohesion amongst the poor passengers? I decided to massage my tortured inner feelings with those challenging questions....
My brain started reeling facets upon facets! NO way! I couldn't escape that abstract lawyer who was cross examining conscience!
My imagination became more and more agressive.The more i thought of those messages i have been and i am still writing,the more i was guilty of not being able to share the concerns that urged me to write with those passeners who were happilly chewing kolanuts.
The 'lyrics' from their realistic analysis of every situation,made me think of the messages from that laptop i highly rely on! After clicking on and making  a thorough comparison,sometimes i do only see paradoxical analysis...Hi! realism...Will you agree with me when i say that, life is nothing else but a game of "win-or-lose"?
Politics is not a ridiculous frame but its rather a frame that says to you and me to be meticulous! That was what realism whispered into my ears.
I was completely numb when Takko M'bomri turned towards me and asked me a question in perfect mandingo:"Are you ill?" I smiled back and said:"No,no, but  i am  tired".This stirred my inner feelings again and i learnt a lesson which spontaneously made me ask myself another question....Are those messages from my laptop meant to teach these people or instead to teach me and those acrobats i do join, to enjoy our daily   intellectual gymnastics? I was being tortured by a lot of inner feelings that were unable to find a target to hit with their flaming spear!
Those passengers! those villagers! those happy folks! Do they really understand what OUR laptops vomit? My concern untill i see.....
                                                               Essa Bokarr Sey.
                                                            




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