Hello readers! You are welcome to yet another edition of your weekly Student’s Voice. We feature stories, articles and poems, etc, from students and teachers alike. We encourage other students to contribute and get their writing skills developed. The column is open to all and sundry in the education milieu in The Gambia. Sit back, relax and enjoy these fascinating pieces. QUOTATION OF THE WEEK “Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life”, Steve Jobs SORROW! Still the tears fresh Oh when will I rest? Just don’t console me For this heart is drunk Drunk with sorrow till it drips Do you know the pain? Do you feel it? Or maybe it was your aim Just to soak me into despair And leave me to wonder Slowly I recall your words If only they were plain enough But no: they cracked my heart Let me cry and let the sun fry my skin till it dries and dies along with me Let the monster learn the lessons of life For what walks around your neighbor’s home May surely knock on yours one day If only I could be happy like a child But there’s no use For am weak to forget This pain swimming in my bloodstream I wish this was all a dream a dream!!! of cause a dream Am not singing But am pouring out my heart But will it heal the cracks? Oh lord see how your servant suffers See how I differ from others Oh please give me the strength to fight it Sorrow yes its eating away my heart Pain is digging deeper For I can’t stand its forces Yes its forces have conquered this servant of yours Lonely scary nights I stare and hate it My tears are flowing slowly like the sea at a low tide I wish to see the track of happiness But when? When everything seems to never end! By Maimuna Joof, The Unpredictable. NOT TOTALY OUT My feelings slumbers Like my grandpa’s walking stick Paddling the wind in terror Whiles the world whistles like a flute He can bear me say I am down But not totally out Knocked by my mistakes Melting my heartbeat with joy for his childish acts His era expired Buried deep into the laps of the earth He have no say But to permit me find my way His attitude might be a mistake Perhaps old age dwells on him Counting like a premature little boy His mind is mentally unbalanced I am down But not totally out His age popping like popcorn Cracking like yesterday’s crackers He is down But not totally out. By Lamin Barrow.   THE REKINDLED MIND With patience we advocate To educate and never negate Across the globe we should unify As care givers and solidify Against the enemies of progress As we are for peace and that’s our address Tell them to break and salvage the weak The homes are empty as the slaying is at its peak Are we not sent to maintain peace? Should we design missiles in order to decrease? We are from Adam and so is Eve Why should we hate and not forgive Rekindle the mind for it to reflect We are one and must not divide as sect. By Marabi S. Hydara, Islamic Online University   AN OMINOUS FREEDOM The loud echoes in her head’s confinement In the haunted dark voices That spectrally calls for sadistic ends Secretes the truest gist of amity Its confusing shells crushed Deep within its paranormal walls Beyond simple human indulgence She fears not her end But what waits beyond this brawl The never ending skirmishes we fight And what they turn us into The scars they leave with us The less human we become For she has seen it all. By Sheriff Jaiteh, Bundung.  ]]>

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