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Consider Me

Here I lie in bed again, 
Awaiting my next meal.
A worker enters in my room, 
As if it's no big deal.

What ever happened to courtesy? Just a little knock.
Do you think I'm just a vegetable, Laying here like a rock?

What ever happened to manners? I haven't got a clue.

BUT KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

I know I can not talk, 
Or even joke around.
But I'm well aware of everything, and also every sound.

If you have another worker help, change me during rounds.
Please don't talk about me, as if I'm not around.

Treat me with respect, 
the same I'd give to you.

KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

My bones are stiff and achy, 
I hear you say I'm contracted.
My belly hurts, I haven't pooped, 
I hope I'm not impacted.

I'm sorry I may dribble, 
and at times I even stare.
It's not easy being old, 
aging isn't fair.

These are the cards God dealt me, 
There's nothing I can do.

JUST KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

I used to be a lively one, 
just like your pretty self.
I traveled, married, and worked long hours until I lost my health.

I press my light to see a face, 
Or just for company.
For someone just to look inside, and realize that I'm ME.

You walked past my light, 
what am I to do?

PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.

I'm sorry that I messed the bed, 
I feel like such a baby.
I'm so embarrassed, and ashamed, 
that I'm doing this at eighty.

I'm sorry I couldn't hold it, 
I didn't know what to do.

KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

I wish that I was able, 
to communicate some way.
So finally I'd get the chance, 
to say what I want to say.

I hear you talk with other patients, so please don't walk away.
If everyone showed a little compassion, 
I wouldn't feel this way.

So here I am, no family left, as loneliness weighs heavy on my chest.

I may be sad, I may be blue.

PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.

Next time my light is on, 
come and see if I'm OK.
I'm a retired nurse of thirty years, and would love to hear about your day.

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Your Hijab Your Pride

Bismillah. For the girls who have yet to discover the beauty of the veil.
Your hijab not only covers you, but can also protect,
It makes men view you as a decent person, not an object.
And when the Quran orders:
"tell the believing women to lower their gaze,"
You ought to do so,
and must not have evil face.
Your hijab veils your shame,
it can pull you away from several evil deeds,
It makes others recognize you as a faithful, true Muslim,
Who listens to Allah SWT and heeds.
Your hijab, like I stated before, reveals you as a truly trying believer,
A follower of the Prophet s.a.w. peace be upon him and his lovely family,
and avoider of a deceiver,
Your hijab expresses who you are,
and it earns you respect of greatness,
Not one man of the Non-Mahram category
dare ever eye you to witness!
Your hijab tells others: 
Better treat her seriously,
If they mess around and ignore
the warning signs,
They'll have to pay greatly.
Your hijab is never ugly!
No, no, it makes you feel prettier than ever.
It's just that your Lord wants you to hide your gifted beauty,
You'll enjoy it in Paradise, in which you will, Insha Allah, abide in forever.

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If I Ruled the Red Cross

IF I RULED THE RED CROSS 

If I Ruled the Red Cross, 
many changes I would make
It would be required 
that our Movement is understood 
By everyone without excuses.

If I Ruled the Red Cross, 
Every activity is scrutinised 
Before they'll be organised 
By the principles that are recognised 
Be indictable not to be prized 
To preserve my Independence from being Paralysed. 

If I Ruled the Red Cross, 
Nobody will misuse the emblems 
No one will violate the principles 
Everyone will follow the due protocols 
Anything that's wrong 
Shall always be wrong 
No matter who does it. 

If I Ruled the Red Cross, 
The emblem shall be Red Cross 
Never would our documents 
Be printed in Black Cross 
Anybody found wanting 
Will have their faces crushing 
In the ocean of red crossing. 

If I Ruled the Red Cross, 
I would require 
every volunteer to love each other 
as a sister or a brother 
and care for those suffering 
from the pains of illness
By giving my Voluntary Service 
Without expecting kind gesture in reverse. 

If I Ruled the Red Cross, 
I would want it to be 
a happier and more loving place 
of lasting peace
There would be no wars, 
no hurt in anyone’s life
Life would be long 
and held with respect. 

If I Ruled the Red Cross, 
The rules of war 
Shall always be a law 
The Geneva Conventions 
Would be respected 
By every soldier as expected.

If I Ruled the Red Cross, 
I would be open to criticism 
Refrain from nepotism 
Desist from individualism 
Discourage sectionalism 
And embrace unionism. 

If I Ruled the Red Cross, 
this is what I would require, 
but sadly I do not 
and my dreams are just dreams 
of a place we call tranquillity
Where we preach Impartiality 
Sing the song of Neutrality. 

However, 
If I Ruled the Red Cross, 
I would try to make tranquillity 
To spread the power of Humanity 
To cherish the strength of Unity 
Everywhere for everyone is Universality 
Into our own reality. 

©Marabi Amfaal Hydara 
The Humanitarian Poet

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The Choice Is Ours

The Choice is Ours

And so here we are on the brink of d-day
This week we will know how our future will sway
The duffer, the bluffer, the candidates with the muffler
Which one of these candidates will we have to suffer

If you voted for friendship go jump in the sea
If you voted for abstract plans you're dumber than they
If you voted for empty promises then that should be fine
Because sooner or later the they will resign

Democracy demands we give them a chance
But this time I think we should join in the dance
Coz whoever they are, the students at the helm
The Gambia College still belongs to us, not only to them

We gave them their seats, the nineteenth you know 
We voted them to power between me and you
But whether they prove to be wise candidates or fools
This college is ours so let's play by the rules

Let's not break the law, can we please stand in line
Let's not pull those strings to avoid paying IEC fine
Let's finally get that a red light means stop
Let's not stoop to bribing the poor students cop

Let's be part of the reason our Gambia College is great
Let's be good students before it's too late
Let's serve our great College without hesitation
Let's all work together to build a strong unification 

Enough of the trolling, the barbs and the fights
Now let's stick together, stand up for our rights

They might have the seats, the nineteenth we still know 
But the College belongs to me and to you
And we're a thousand students, a thousand and plus
At the end of the day, the choice is ours 
Until then, make no mistakes

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Break the Silence

Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I’m afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me,
but don’t be fooled,
for God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I’m secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water’s calm and I’m in command
and that I need no one,
but don’t believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. 
I don’t want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it’s followed by acceptance,
if it’s followed by love.
It’s the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It’s the only thing that will assure me
of what I can’t assure myself,
that I’m really worth something.
But I don’t tell you this. 
I don’t dare to, I’m afraid to.
I’m afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I’m afraid you’ll think less of me,
that you’ll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I’m afraid that deep-down I’m nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that’s really nothing,
and nothing of what’s everything,
of what’s crying within me.
So when I’m going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I’m saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying,
what I’d like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can’t say.

I don’t like hiding.
I don’t like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you’ve got to help me.
You’ve got to hold out your hand
even when that’s the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you’re kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings–
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator–an honest-to-God creator–
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back.
It’s irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

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My Dear Trainee Teachers

My Dear Trainee Teachers
As you’ll be embarking on another chapter of your education,
Go with zeal and full determination,
Be curious to see your new destination,
Its an environment where you’ll meet the future generation,
Hoping to see you deliver up to their expectation.

My Dear Teacher Trainee 
The College has impacted in you knowledge, a tool for transformation
Both academic and moral formation 
You're entrusted to represent the whole Institution
Raise the flag of our nation
And try to avoid any sort of abomination.

My Dear Teacher Trainee
It does not matter where you would be posted as your destination,
Because everywhere is part of our noble nation
Go and carry on this noblest of occupation
Remember where you came from and desist procrastination
Because it is the beginning of frustration.

My Dear Teacher Trainee
In the classroom students will be curious to see your every motion
Since, they were told to welcome
The new Teacher Trainee from a strange location
Be an early bird as its a sign of devotion 
And resist coming late, lest you be caution.

My Dear Teacher Trainee
Don’t forget to plan your lessons; it would help you in better implementation
Teach them well; teach your pupils how to build a nation
Show them how good students should behave in your explanation
Because you may never know what they learn from observation
Give them significant and relevant information
And maintain good channel of communication.

My Dear Teacher Trainee
Be a role model to every student; inspired them in your expression
Hit the nail on the head in a state of confliction
Accept when you are wrong and try to improve on your weak portion 

You must inspire
So that they’ll aspire
Before your time expire

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara 
The Humanitarian Poet.

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Don'T Judge Me

Take time to know me, and you will see
That I am nothing like what you have heard spoken of me.
Give me a chance and I will prove to you
That although I am not perfect, 
I have a heart that is pure and true

Take time to know me; just give it a try.
You will see that we are not that much different, you and I.
I make mistakes, don't you?
But if you judge me by mine, expect that you will be judged by yours too.

Take time to know me,
 you have nothing to fear.
Unless you wish to hang on to 
what you have been told by your peers.
Just for a minute put yourself in my shoes.
How would you feel if someone was going by the rumors they have heard about you?

Take time to know me; 
what have you got to lose,
Besides the so called friends who have got you confused?
I am not asking you to choose between me and them,
And if they really care about you, they will always be your friends.

Take time to know me is all I ask,
No great feat or extraordinary task.
Then if you don't like me, 
It will be because of what you have seen and heard for yourself
And not because of what you have been told by someone else.

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Route To Wassce

ROUTE TO WASSCE

As I step my first leg in Grade 12 race,
My thoughts begin to focus more on WASSCE
As it get closer and closer each day 
Confused I become on the way
I’m I well prepared to avoid dismay? 
Would exams be in May?
Or would it will be as early as April?
Cuz I spent my Grade 10 trying to settle down 
For some of my subjects are new in town 
In Grade 11, the syllabus goes on to frown
I’m constrained with time and need this crown 
I’ve missed my contact hours due to countless breaks 
I need to burn the midnight candle to catch up with time
I can’t attend the extra classes cuz can’t afford the dime 
But I believe with determination, I can reach my destination 
I must tie my belt and desist procrastination 
Until then, I must study harder to be part of the celebration  
With distinctions to raise the flag of my nation 
And this I must do to pass my WASSCE examination

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Just Write Anything

I pen this down...
To check if I still have something to say..
After facing all the wrath of destiny..

I pen this down.. 
To have an eye on the silent storm in me..
Which has been quiet for quite long..

I pen this down..
To know the answers of some questions..
Afterall I have heard, poetry can do miracles...

I pen this down..
To check whether the poet in me is still alive..
Or I am left to be accused as a murderer too...

A poet who is truly respected 
may not be the most brilliant cited 
nor number one in the recent survey 
but someone whose mind best convey. 

A poet who is a creative critic 
may not be someone who is prolific 
nor gives comment somewhat stupor 
but the one who inspires as a mentor. 

A poet who reads poems and analyses 
may not be someone who is the wisest 
nor his poetry the most read composition 
but becomes an epitome of the association.

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The Rules of Football

The  Rules of Football 

I took my little boy 
to a nearby football pitch 
He said he was tired 
of playing hide and seek 
He now wanted a football 
to play around and kick 

As he clutched my hand 
I spoke to him 
and tried to make him understand 
the eleven rules of football 
taking into consideration 
that he was quite small 

Now rule number one 
Football is made of eleven strong men 
When one or two are naughty 
you may still get away 
with playing nine or ten 

Rule number two 
When a member of your crew 
hits the ball into the net 
A goal is scored 
that I can place a bet 
For I am very sure 

Rule number three 
The maximum number of players 
you can substitute is three 
It does not cost a dime 
It is totally free 

Rule number four 
There are rules you must comply with 
When a team commits an offense 
named a foul 
before the game can commence 
A small advantage has to be given 
to the otherside 

Rule number five 
A freekick 
is given after a foul 
Sometimes awarded after 
unnecessary dives 

Rule number six 
When you are shown a card that is yellow 
Its time for your temper to mellow 
or you will get the referee quite mad 
and he will dismiss you with a red card 

Rule number seven 
A penality is like heaven 
It is awarded 
when a player breaks the rule 
maybe by using his hand as a tool 
to play the ball inside the penalty box 
its time for him to go back to school 

Rule number eight 
A thrownin 
Is when the ball is kicked out of the field 
It's one of footballs favorite sins 

Rule number nine 
Offside is 
When you are the only one running 
alone to score a winning goal 
you must hesitate 
till you see a single soul 

Rule number ten 
A game lasts 
for ninety minutes 
You are beat 
When your team has less goals than the other 
That is when you must admit defeat 

Rule number eleven 
when your team is losing 
you have to sing something amusing 
saying 
All we want is a goal 
While we are dressed in coloured charcoal 

Now my little boy 
I said 
These are the eleven rules of football 
lets go and practise inside the sports hall