The Christian Brothers And Ramadan

During the Holy month of Ramadan two Christian brothers, Adam and Jack lost in the Sahara Desert. They were terribly dying of hunger and thirst, when they suddenly came upon an oasis with what looked like a minaret with a Mosque in the middle.

Adam said to Andrew “Let’s pretend as if we are Muslims otherwise we will not get food or drink”. “I am going to call myself Muhammad Sarr”. Andrew refused to change his name.” My name is Andrew and I will not pretend to be what I am not”. When they got there, the Imam Ratib, Jalali Walli, instruct the helpers of the Mosque and said “please bring food and water for Andrew only, since he is non-Muslim and did not fast. Then Imam turned to Adam, said, “Salaam Muhammed Sarr, we have six hours before Iftaar, Ramadan Mubarak”! Adam Muhammad Sarr fainted on the spot.
Ramadan Mubarak!

By Alagi Yorro Jallow

A Prayer For Kiang

In the name of Kiang
The most neglected region of the Gambia
We the Baddibunkas pray that Kiang be seriously considered in the development plan of New Gambia
We pray they have electricity, potable water, hospitals and good roads so they become as happy and merry as Baddibunkas
We pray too that the Jalli Monoo becomes the national delicacy and the Jalli Alkalo is given the copyright over it
We pray too that Kiang get exclusive royalty on its natural resources such as wulakono nyambo, leeyour aning seesaykili pancato
We pray that lumoo flourishes in the region, attracting merchants and tourists from Baddibu
Dear Barrow and Government please answer these our prayers
For our brethen the Kiangkas
Who have suffered for 52 years
And are cheated out of their taxes by Jarra Area Council
These we ask from New Gambia
In the name of Kiang we beseech
Ameen
By Njundu Drammeh

The Gainako And The Security Agent

One Gainako man living around Mansajang was minding his own business when an SIS agent came up to him and said, “We got a tip that you may be growing illegal drugs on the premises. Do you mind if I look around?”
The old Gainako replied, “That’s fine, you shouldn’t go over there though.” As he pointed at one of his fields.
The SIS agent snapped at him, “I’m a government agent! I can go wherever I want!” With that he pulled out his badge and shoved it into the Gainako’s face.
The Gainako shrugged this off and continued with his daily chores. About 15 minutes later he heard a loud scream from the field he had pointed out earlier. Suddenly, he could see the SIS agent sprinting towards him with a large bull on his heels.
The Gianako rushed to the fence and yelled, “Your badge! Show your badge to the bull!”

By Alagi Yorro Jallow

The Fasting Serer Man

On the third day, Ramadan hotter than the past two days, miserable and starved to death, thirty minutes before Ars prayers, this Serere man was in his office, despondent, about to pray.

Suddenly a man ran inside shouting, “Nata, Nata, Nata!! “Your daughter Ndella just had an accident and died”. Shocked and confused, he jumps out of the office window. As soon as he jumped, he remembered his office is on the 7th floor, as he descends lower he remembered that he doesn’t have a daughter called Ndella. Still descending he remembered he is not even married.

Just two floors before he hits the ground, he remembered that his name is not even Nata. Luckily, he wasn’t injured because he fell on top of the lorry carrying mattress. The driver petrified and exclaim. “who are you”? He replied I’m not Nata, I’m Dawda Naphiyo Ndure!

By Alagi Yorro Jallow

A Man From Kiang
There was a man from Kiang, who after many years of poverty and hardship walks into the Brikama Berrewuleng Mosque, falls at the knees and looks at up the ceiling and says, ‘God, I’ve done my best to be a good man; I have worked hard, but I have nothing to show for my life. If only I could win the lottery. Please help me.’
A week later, still with no luck, the man went back on his knees and this time he implored the Lord, ‘Please Lord, I’m begging you, just once, help me win the lottery, help me from this wretched life of poverty that I may experience what wealth can give.’
And still nothing. However, he was a stubborn man and determined so, finally he went back to the mosque. He dropped on his knees; he looked up once again, and with tears in his eyes said, ‘Please, I’m begging you, just once. Reward this humble, holy man who has done his best to serve you well, all I ask of you is that you please, please, please let me win the lottery.’
At that exact moment there was a rumbling in the sky and a beam of light shone down into the mosque and a deep God-like voice said, “Ok, I will, but do me a favour. Go and buy a lottery ticket first….please.’
Go buy a lottery ticket first and then pray to God…. How many people and Governments do such?

By Njundu Drammeh (adapted from a story read in ‘You can Change Your Life Any Time You Want’ by Robin Sieger)

 The Three Prisoners

Three guys are convicted of a very serious crime, and they’re all sentenced to 20 years in solitary confinement. They’re each allowed one thing to bring into the cell with them.

The first guy asks for a big stack of books. The second guy asks for his wife. And the third guy asks for 1,000 cartons of cigarettes.

At the end of the 20 years, they open up the first guy’s cell. He comes out and says, “I studied so hard. I’m so bright now, I could be a lawyer. It was terrific.”

They open up the second guy’s door. He comes out with his wife, and they’ve got five new kids. He says. “It was the greatest thing of my life. My wife and I have never been so close. I have a beautiful new family. I love it.”

They open up the third guy’s door, and he’s slapping at his pockets, going “Anybody got a match?”

By Alagi Yorro Jallow