Bayang, Omar and Suntou,

Thanks for your comments on the story. Glad that you enjoyed it. Omar,
greed eventually kills; as it is with others, so shall it be with DaMidget.
As the adage goes, every dog has its day and Greedy Man's day is coming.

Baba

On Thu, Apr 18, 2013 at 9:43 AM, omar joof <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

>  Baba,
> This is fascinating! The fact that Greedy Man has the issue of
> insatiability, means he will really go for everything to accumulate for
> himself.  Perhaps he needs to be stopped immediately, as apparently, he has
> already been given too much time and space to throw just about anything
> into his bottomless pit of greed! Thanks for sharing.
> Omar Joof.
>
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> From: [log in to unmask]
> To: [log in to unmask]; [log in to unmask]
> Subject: RE: [>-<] Greedy Man
> Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2013 02:09:33 +0000
>
> Good job Baba. Neatly fitting to utmost precision. Glaringly illustrative.
>
>
> Sarjo Bayang
>
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> From: [log in to unmask]
> To: [log in to unmask]; [log in to unmask]
> Subject: [>-<] Greedy Man
> Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2013 13:54:26 -0700
>
>  *Greedy Man*
>
> By Baba Galleh Jallow
>
> Apart from Bogeyman, Second Genamin Gyant DaMidget alias Mbarass, was also
> known as Greedy Man. The persistent hunger he suffered as a child now
> translated itself into an insatiable lust for food. If there was one thing
> that DaMidget enjoyed more than firing his invisible gun, it was stuffing
> his increasingly calabash stomach with delicious food. Tales of afra nights
> soon became legendary in No Talk Republic. It was rumored that when Gyant
> DaMidget saw food, his throat involuntarily roared and his ears visibly
> twitched. Food made his nose involuntarily twitch his cheeks quiver like
> sails in the wind. Food brought involuntary smiles to his hotdog lips and
> made him involuntarily grunt and say, “hey, do not touch it’s me to first.”
> He often ate so much that he couldn’t stand and had to remain seated for
> hours on end loudly belching and occasionally saying it’s good to live.
> Sometimes, he ate so much that he couldn’t move and had to be carried to
> his bed by his guards and stooges.
>
> Gyant DaMidget’s insatiable greed went far beyond the meaty bone, the
> Moodaakeh, the Maafeh Gejja, the Mbahali Pooch Paach, the Kobobu Lakka, the
> Neni Ngunja and the oily bowl. Apart from hunger, he also suffered
> persistent poverty in his early days, especially when he was private class
> then acting sergeant for eight long years. That experience coupled with his
> natural insatiability qualified him for the title of Greedy Man in yet
> another field. Gyant DaMidget was a financial glutton. He could never take
> his thoughts off money and never got tired of scheming and plotting on how
> to get even more millions than were already stacked in his innumerable bank
> accounts around the world. He was so money greedy that he felt the poor
> beggars on the streets were taking monies that should rightfully be his. By
> sitting on the sidewalks and having coins dropped into their begging pots,
> the beggars were taking monies that should have been in DaMidget’s bank
> accounts. That explains why he once had all the beggars arrested by the
> police and charged with the non-existent crime of being a public nuisance.
> A couple of years later, he moved to criminalize the very act of begging so
> that the coins dropping into the beggars’ pots would drop instead into his
> fat personal bank accounts.
>
> Gyant DaMidget was so greedy that the millions of dollars he monthly made
> from his salary, from kickbacks, from his Arab world bank, and from the
> public coffers of No-Talk Republic always seemed nothing to him. In order
> to further supplement his monetary gains, Gyant DaMidget became a baker.
> Every night he would slip into his baker’s clothes and go into his secret
> bakery. All night long he would mix and knead that flour and bake that
> bread. At the break of dawn he would wear his Greedy Man mask and carrying
> large trays of bread into the streets of No-Talk Republic yelling bread for
> sale, hot bread for sale, the best money can buy! Buy the bread. He also
> had several helpers who loaded the bread onto their trucks and vans and
> supplied all parts of No-Talk Republic, thereby driving many smaller bakers
> out of business. Before sending them out, Gyant DaMidget counted every
> single loaf of bread and woe betide any helper who came back missing even a
> single loaf!
>
> DaMidget Bakeries Inc. was only one of Gyant DaMidget’s numerous greedy
> business interests. He was also a butcher and owned several meat canteens
> strewn across No-Talk Republic. In order to beat the competition, he sold
> his meat and slightly lower prices and drove many butchers out of business
> by imposing unbearable sales taxes on their meat, while his meat paid no
> taxes at all. During local festivities, Gyant DaMidget brought out his most
> sickly and skinny sheep and goats and forced his employees to buy them. If
> they did not have money, they were forced to take the animals on credit and
> pay him back through arbitrary salary deductions. Even if private vendors
> sold their animals at lower prices, DaMidget’s employees felt compelled to
> buy the boss’s animals because failure to do so was considered a sign of
> jealousy and enmity and accordingly punished by Gyant DaMidget. Chickens
> were taken out of his vast poultry farm every morning and taken to all the
> markets for sail.
>
> DaMidget’s greed led him into all kinds of shady business deals with
> corrupt generals and poison doctors around the world. He dabbled in all
> kinds of money laundering; illegal trading, smuggling, and selling weapons
> and poisonous substances that claimed the lives of thousands of young
> people and devastated thousands of families and societies. While he knew
> that his activities were creating havoc around the world, Gyant DaMidget
> did not give a damn. His only concern was to deposit more and more millions
> into his overfed and ever hungry bank accounts. Even if Gyant DaMidget made
> a billion dollars a day, he would still hanker for more and more and his
> mouth would water at the mere idea of earning another penny. Indeed, so
> greedy for gain was he that he often wished that he would never die. He
> consulted fetishes, sorcerers and medicine men from far and wide in search
> of one who could render him immortal, just like the villains he often saw
> in Hollywood movies. Failing to see any sorcerer who could grant him
> eternal life, Gyant DaMidget settled for the next best thing: to be the
> wealthiest man ever to walk this earth and to have the longest life ever in
> the history of humankind. That was why he never parted with his dead rat,
> his monkey tail, or the human skull hidden behind his boubou. These objects
> were supposed to render him invincible and almost omnipotent and
> omniscient. Gyant DaMidget wanted to be a god and actually felt like
> telling the whole big wide world that he was in fact an immortal god. That
> explains why so very often, he would tell his enemies that he would be in
> power for the next thousand years.
>
> Gyant DaMidget was not only greedy for food and money. He also suffered
> from a very bad case of political gluttony. His hunger for power was simply
> beyond the reach of imagination. Growing up at the margins of society and
> feeling marginalized during his years as private and acting sergeant in the
> army, Gyant DaMidget now felt as if he would swallow power itself. He was
> so perpetually power hungry that he drank endless bottles of PowerAde,
> believing that it would render him not only more physically powerful, but
> also more politically powerful. Because of his persistent power hunger,
> Gyant DaMidget systematically usurped the powers of all branches of
> government and all institutions that fell within the ambit of the state.
> This he did through a brutal system of hiring and firing that soon made him
> the sole occupant of not only of the president’s office, but also of all
> the ministries and departments and divisions of state. Within a few years
> of his driving Sir Biggerface Bodyfat Joker out of power, Gyant DaMidget
> became at once the president, the military, the cabinet, the minister of
> justice, the national assembly, and the very government of No-Talk Republic
> itself. He was police officer, court clerk, interpreter, magistrate, judge,
> jury and executioner all at once. He personally handled the prison services
> and controlled the customs department, making personally sure that he knew
> every single item of trade that was exported or imported into No-Talk
> Republic. Each and every single institution of state was brought directly
> under his personal control and supervision. And while people were still
> appointed to man these various institutions, they were there merely to
> receive and execute the orders of Second Gyant DaMidget. No minister, no
> MP, no secretary, no clerk, no soldier, no director, no manager or any
> other government official dared to say or do anything without DaMidget’s
> personal approval. All ministers or officials who dared to raise an
> eyebrow, make a contrary suggestion, or disagree in the slightest with
> Gyant DaMidget was immediately fired, arrested, killed, or made to
> disappear. Thus in no time, No-Talk Republic was turned into a one-man
> country and in very real terms. Only he could fire his invisible guns and
> do the boogie woogie and the hurley burley. Everyone else was condemned to
> a great silence whose deafening echoes reverberated around the peaks of the
> highest mountains of the world.
>


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