Maama Senegambia (origin of European slaves)
Maama Alkebulan (Native name of Africa)
The banks of River Gambia

The source of life, the mating with the sea
The birth of the brave new world that Maama thought it would be

Senegambia Alkebulan
My mother, my sacred land; my only love
Senegambia Alkebulan
You are my Soul and my pride

Still remember…

Those glorious Gambia sunsets
Blood red, drawings on the clouds as far as eye could see

Gentle breeze whispering the ears
“sleep my little baby, Maama is here! Kiss me”

Still remember….

The rising sun by the forest
The games of the elephant, buffalo, leopard, rhino and the lion

The taste of sweat after the dancing with the animals
The smell of the Gambia, forest, fish, vegetation and the flowers
You are still in my dreams Alkebulan

Your NewLove “The Brave New World” ….

Indeed, was the sin you never wished on your children
But Maama it was a sin of thousand years
Long after the Butchers of the Brave new world are gone
Long after butchering the sanctity of your affection
Your dignity, love and compassion
You are still in my dreams Senegambia Alkebulan

The only reason the Butchers were flirting
with your modesty
was to kidnap your precious children
And herd-sell their dignity

Is it all a bad dream Maama?

I saw your children
Crying, running for life, tossed around like little chicks
Shackled, chained, bruised and caged like dogs
Mauled and dragged by the Beasts miles after miles to endless frontiers

Some gave up and died
In our thousands with hate and anger
Believing the curse for the sins of their mother

The Beast carried on dragging
Till we reached a cave by the sea
Only to be shoved like wild bores
Into the dungeon of the quay

Senseless night of eerie silence
Corpse of women and child
All we could hear was
The rat and the wind

The Butchers of the Brave New World
Do not understand love and affection
They don’t know how to care or show compassion
That you taught us so much Maama Alkebulan

Remember the story of the dark star
You used to tell us under the quilt
Of how they never blinked
And savaged through the skies to lit

These Butchers are anything but brave
They are those dark stars
Lives by the thrill of the kill
And in the senselessness of their burning cigars

In the dungeon we live for days
No water No food
Sick flat bellies pumped
With Forced liquid

All I could see are tearless eyes and resigned souls
Mauled bodies with infected flesh
Begging for mercy
From the Butchers of the cage and Mesh

The Beast carried on dragging
Human cargo of shackled and chained
Till we see the boat you promised
Of treasures, skies, seas and gold

The treasures were your babies
Stripped to their bare
The skies were the painted blood
With their sweats, sick, blood and hair
The seas were our tears
Of unchained melancholy
The gold was the reward for the Breast
That they saw so holy

Mini metal cages in their hundreds
Shackled ankles and chained wrists
Squeezed neck and naked body
Human waste and odorous sweats

Degrading veterinary inspection
Contorted sleeping herd
Constant whipping and torture
From the wicked beard

Was this hell you uttered
When we failed to water the plant
Was this the hell you warned
When animals were hurt

Surely Maama
Even Gods can’t be that cruel
Tell me Maama
This is only a dream after all

It turns out ….

We were no good
Bruised and infected
The wounded and the corpse

Dragged by whip of the Beast
The dead and the injured
Thrown to the sea of baits

Little cross on a piece of paper
All that is due
Your children of Alkebulan
Are the forgotten few

In your tender bosom
They lie in peace
Protected from the Beast
Sanctity, love and grace

The traumatic loop of the Butchers continued….

Shackled herd, dragging Beast
Dark dungeon, dragging Beast
Fishing out, dragging Beast
Boat of hell, dragging Beast
Chemical wash, dragging Beast
Cattle storage, dragging Beast
Gravy train, dragging Beast
Scramble and auction, dragging Beast
Cotton farms, dragging Beast
Scramble and auction, dragging Beast

Somehow I have arrived by the Mississippi
Just like Gambia, it whispered me to a sanctuary
Of peace and tranquillity
All I had to do is “make a wish”

I made a wish
To sleep for hundred years
To end this ever-lasting loop of cruelty
And Wake up to return to you Maama
So, I slept, I slept, and I slept…

Then that eerie sound again
“I can’t breathe, let me breathe”.
I open my eyes and saw the Mississippi
With this morning glory and the green pasture
Gentle breeze and blue sky
So why am I still suffocating, I wonder

Then for the first time I hear your voice
Breathe my baby
You can now breathe
Shackles are now replaced by bullets
Whips are by the knees
Hear the cries of Mississippi, Georgia and Carolina
Hear the cries of Senegambia Alkebulan
It’s all been a bad dream by Child
You are home now
Along with all those forgotten souls
Just breathe…