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A review of “Mickey the Mike Mouse”
In review, it is a nice humorous satiric piece for laughter, seemingly a joke tribute on/around ‘Mickey the Mike Mouse,’ who upon realization of progressive activism champions his convincing voice among the community by singing melodious songs liked by many. Mickey would calculate his moves -he knows the best songs and the best times to sing for the community. Instead of being petty, Mickey seems to focus on what the real voice is. Mike, supposedly a likeable fellow keeps his fame by doing what he does best -squeaking aloud to win great hearts and minds. Amazing how he (Mickey) is able to keep all his fans, giving them whooping “touches” on their hearts as a way of reciprocated tribute.
Mickey's new nickname "Mochat," probably Baba's own word origination seems to caricature a person doing chat with others, a name enumerating from an admiration for his great voice activism by admirers.
There is no god but Allah (SWT) and Muhammad (SAW) is His messenger. Fear and Worship only Allah alone!
By Baba Galleh Jallow
Mickey the mike mouse was certain he had discovered a new song, a song that would not only raise his standards, but would also assure him an elevated place over and above the musical giants of our little town. And so walking gingerly to his mike at every single moment, Mickey the mike mouse would loudly sing and gingerly rock away to the melodious tunes of his newfound song. And did the birds all fly away!!
Mickey the mike mouse was certain that he had the best voice in our little town, that he knew the best songs, and that he knew best how to sing the best songs and get the best ratings in our very own best of all possible little towns. So each morning he sprang up from his hole in the ground and peered outside to see if it was still dark. If it was, Mickey the mike mouse would sadly withdraw his little head and snuggle back up inside, eyes wide awake, waiting for the slightest glimmer of light so that he could majestically issue forth and sing a song or say something that would the sleeping world’s attention strongly catch.
Mickey the mike mouse had no doubts that his voice was the very best there was in our little town. For him, such so-called famous musicians like Bopa the head and Wahal the talk, or even the wildly popular Daa the mouth or Nopa the hear were nothing but noise boxes who did not think before they sang and pretended to be wise and endowed with so-called wisdom which they purported to share with our less endowed common townsfolk. He, Mickey the mike mouse, was the real thing. He was the giant of mountainous proportions and his singing was the envy of the sailing clouds and the very lullabies that sent the night owl to sleep. He, unlike Bopa, Wahal, Daa and Nopa, did not sing of ordinary things that lay bare before the eyes of men, but of those sublime messages that dazzled the mind’s eye and left an awakening feeling in the hearts and souls of our common townsfolk who could be heard to loudly say hail, Mickey the mike mouse has done it again!!
Sometimes, Mickey the mike mouse did not even need to sing in his real voice. He was too much of a great and beloved bard to worry about his songs not been liked whether he sang in his real voice or not. He was certain beyond doubt that our common townsfolk would still squeal with delight, vigorously nod their heads and tap their happy little feet at the very sound of his voice – real or not. And so often times, he would scurry to his mike and merely squeak and squeak, making a point of squeaking so loud that the leaves in the nearby trees danced with joy and the tiny ants on the ground hurried to and fro, helter-skelter, straining their tiny little ears to catch every single bit of squeak that escaped the enlightened bowels of our singing mouse. Some of our common townsfolk would squat and loudly wail, and let the tears freely flow down their happy cheeks, while the cynical ones would simply stick some sponge in their ears and say wow, what a song Mickey the mouse is singing in his other voice again!! Thus feeling supremely encouraged, Mickey the mike mouse would raise the tempo of his other voice and squeak so loud that the clouds shifted and the waters of the distant oceans shook a little. Some of our common townsfolk would shut their doors and loudly cry while others would say no, I will not miss a line of this mighty squeak, and stay right there to let the squeak hit them with its mighty force and sink through every pore in their hairy skins.
Thus having sang in his other voice, Mickey the mike mouse would return to his normal voice and strike another tune. He would sometimes sing of the tomato who thought he was a peanut and tried to break his shell, or the famous chicken who thought he was a lion and spent the whole day crowing, thinking that he was roaring. At some other times, Mickey the mike mouse would gallantly sing of the ancient rock that, insisting that he was a fish, jumped right into the lake and promptly drowned, never to be seen again. He would sing of the mosquito who thought he was a giant and challenged the elephant to a wrestling contest, with the unfortunate result that he lost his waist and had to forever crawl on the ground and live on moisture.
When he was particularly in the mood, Mickey the mouse mike would bring out his ancient drum, and wearing his rock solid gloves, would loudly bang away and sing the well known song of the arrogant river who decided to flow upwards rather than down, and who found himself splashing rudely back to earth and losing his waters. Such was the spectacular talent of our famous Mickey the mike mouse who sang so hard that he started losing some of his whiskers to his windpipes. As a fitting tribute to his excellent service to their beloved musical tendencies, some of our common townsfolk started calling Mickey the mike mouse Mochat, a name that made him sing even louder and lose even more of his whiskers. But what cares? He was Mickey the mike mouse of loud squeak fame!