The Gambian border post at Amdallai looks the same as back in 2006. I do not have my belongings searched and am not told lies about carrying illegal materials (such as a radio) as I was back then. There is much less corruption. I walk past the detention cage to the interview room where the... Continue Reading →
"Man is now able to fly through the air like a bird, he is able to swim under the sea like a fish, he is able burrow beneath the ground like a mole. Now if only he could walk the earth like a man, this would be paradise." Tommy Douglas
After breakfast I prepare to leave Bakau. Mustapha, who I confuse with Khalifa, asks how I’m getting to Senegal. ‘Taxi to Banjul, Ferry to Barra, taxi to Amdallai, walk through the border post on the Gambian side and into Karang, via ‘poste de controle’ on the Senegalese side, then sept-place (shared taxi) to Mbour.’ Wow,... Continue Reading →
I last had breakfast in The Gambia thirteen years ago. I don't remember what the breakfast tasted like, but I do remember feeling both amused and nauseous. Yahya Jammeh, then president, was making a televised appearance. He directly addressed 'all homosexuals' in The Gambia, kindly offering them forty-eight hours to leave the country. At the... Continue Reading →
'AIDS IS WHAT YOU DO NOT WHO YOU ARE' 'Dear Government, our families need closure, when will you start searching for us?'