The Teranga of Senegambia - poem by Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe

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In the heart of Senegambia, where rivers embrace,  

Cultures entwine, a vibrant tapestry of grace.  

From the rhythms of the kora to the taste of jollof rice,  

Unity in diversity, a bond that feels so nice.

The sabarr beats, the mbalax dances,

Football binds us together, winning become chances. 

With shared histories and languages that flow,  

Together we flourish, in harmony we grow.  

In villages bustling, laughter fills the air,  

A celebration of life, a love beyond compare. 

From Marchè Sandaga to Marchè Serekunda, the price of fish is the same.

Our funeral is your cry, our tears your shame.

Senegal and The Gambia, hand in hand they stand,  

A testament to friendship, a beautiful land.   In the dance of the sun, where the ocean meets the shore,  

Two nations united, their spirits forever soar.  

From the whispers of the baobab to the call of the call-and-response,  

A rich heritage flows, in every song and every glance.  

The Gambian smiles, warm as the golden sand,  

Senegal's embrace, a welcoming hand.  

In the heart of Casamance, where the mangroves sway,  

Bakau's nature's beauty thrives, in a vibrant display.  

Together they weave stories of struggle and pride,  

When The Gambia sneezes, Senegal is standing side by side.  

From the Mandinka songs that echo through the night,  

To the Wolof tales that dance in morning light,  

Their laughter and their stories, like the rivers, entwine,  

A chemistry of kinship, in every heart, they shine.

Note: On April 4, 2025, Senegal proudly celebrates its 65th Independence Day, honoring the resilience and bravery of its people in their fight for freedom from colonial rule. As the afternoon sun sets on this special day, the spirit of independence shines brightly in the hearts of all Senegambians. The poem is dedicated to all Senegambians. 

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Letter to the Future President of The Gambia

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Dear Future President of The Gambia,

Do you believe that one day The Gambia will have a female president? While that vision is still a journey ahead, let us turn our attention to the successor of His Excellency President Adama Barrow. I encourage you to reflect deeply on these biblical quotes: "For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south. But God is the judge: He putteth down one, and setteth up another." (Psalm 75:6-7). Additionally, consider this: “Judah, you are he whom your brothers shall praise; your hand shall be on the neck of your enemies; your father’s children shall bow down before you.” (Genesis 49:8-10).

Politics is the only profession where you can lie, cheat, and steal, and still be respected. As we find ourselves at a crucial juncture in our nation’s journey, I feel a strong urge to connect with you, the leader who will steer us into a promising new chapter. The upcoming presidential election in 2026 isn’t just another political event; it’s a true reflection of the hopes, dreams, and aspirations of the Gambian people. Gambians have awakened, and they’re ready for change. However, the road to your leadership will be filled with challenges that call for unity, vision, and resilience.

The United Democratic Party (UDP) has stepped up as the largest opposition party, but it’s clear they can’t bring about this change on their own, especially with Lawyer Ousainou Darboe leading the charge. The political scene in The Gambia is intricate, and the ruling National People's Party (NPP) under President Adama Barrow has firmly established its grip on power. To make real progress, a coalition of opposition parties is more than crucial. As the esteemed sociologist Max Weber once said, “Politics is a strong and slow boring of hard boards.” This quote perfectly captures the tough journey ahead. It will take patience, strategy, and teamwork to break down the existing power structures.

In my book, The Throne of The Ghost, I stated that leaders are chosen by God, not people. People can only vote for, recommend, or elect a leader. Here are 15 urgent and pressing actions that the new president of The Gambia should prioritize within the first 100 days in office, based on current challenges facing the country:

1. Enhance National Security: Strengthen the capacity of the Gambian Armed Forces and the police to address rising crime rates and ensure the safety of citizens. This includes improving training, resources, and community policing initiatives.

2. Revamp the Education System: Implement reforms to improve the quality of education, including curriculum updates, teacher training, and increased funding for schools. Focus on making education accessible to all, especially in rural areas.

3. Improve Healthcare Services: Address the deficiencies in the healthcare system by increasing funding for hospitals and clinics, ensuring the availability of essential medicines, and improving healthcare infrastructure.

4. Stimulate Economic Growth: Develop a comprehensive economic recovery plan that focuses on job creation, support for small and medium-sized enterprises (SMEs), and attracting foreign investment to diversify the economy.

5. Address Housing and Land Issues: Implement policies to ensure affordable housing and secure land tenure for citizens. This includes addressing land disputes and promoting sustainable land use practices.

6. Tackle Unemployment: Launch initiatives aimed at reducing youth unemployment, such as vocational training programs, entrepreneurship support, and partnerships with the private sector to create job opportunities.

7. Establish a New Cabinet: Form a cabinet composed of individuals with no ties to the previous administrations of Barrow or Jammeh to ensure a fresh start and restore public trust in governance.

8. Review Civil Servant Salaries: Conduct a comprehensive review of wages, payroll, and salaries for civil servants to ensure fair compensation and improve morale within the public sector.

9. Introduce the State House Presidential Scholarship Program: Create a scholarship program to support talented students from disadvantaged backgrounds, enabling them to pursue higher education both locally and abroad.

10. Maintain ECOMOG Presence: Ensure that ECOMOG soldiers remain in The Gambia until a thorough assessment of the security situation is conducted, and a transition plan is established.

11. Revisit the Constitution: Initiate a constitutional review process to ensure that power is decentralized and that governance reflects the will of the people, promoting democratic principles.

12. Decentralize Development Programs: Implement a strategy to decentralize development initiatives, allowing local governments to have a greater role in decision-making and resource allocation.

13. Reform State-Owned Enterprises: Conduct an audit of state-owned enterprises and institutions to identify inefficiencies and implement reforms aimed at improving their performance and accountability.

14. Combat Drug Trafficking and Corruption: Strengthen anti-corruption measures and enhance law enforcement capabilities to combat drug trafficking and corruption, which undermine governance and public trust.

15. Improve Water and Electricity Supply: Address the challenges related to water and electricity supply by investing in infrastructure, promoting renewable energy sources, and ensuring equitable access for all citizens.

These actions are critical for addressing the pressing issues currently affecting The Gambia and will set the foundation for a more prosperous and stable future.

Do not fall for the bells and whistles. People are graduating Harvard, but our PhD holders are bringing certificates from Jarra Soma.

Gambians are longing for a leader who embodies integrity, vision, and the ability to bring us together. The future president must understand that true leadership isn’t just about holding a position of power; it’s about serving the people. As political theorist John Locke wisely noted, “The end of law is not to abolish or restrain, but to preserve and enlarge freedom.” Your mission will be to enhance the freedoms of all Gambians, ensuring that every voice is heard and valued. While people still claimed that nobody knows the meaning of 'Aliif Laam Miim,' people will doubt you to the maximum. Gambians are very difficult to be led. Do not be too strict, but don't also be too nice. But remember, you'll lead both genies and human beings. For the fact that you see the unseen; don't ever argue with professors who have not even created a chewing factory for The Gambia.

The journey to the presidency isn’t just about having good intentions. The political scene is filled with hurdles, and it’s essential for the opposition to tackle these challenges with both wisdom and foresight. Building a coalition is absolutely vital. As political psychologist Robert Cialdini pointed out, “The ability to influence others is a function of the ability to create a sense of unity.” This sense of unity needs to go beyond party affiliations because the future of our nation relies on working together and having common goals.

In this light, it’s important to grasp the dynamics of power and how the electorate thinks. The Gambian people aren’t just sitting on the sidelines; they’re actively involved in shaping their own future. Political scientist David Easton once said, “Politics is the authoritative allocation of values for a society.” The values that will shape your presidency should resonate with what the people aspire to. It’s crucial to listen to their concerns, understand their challenges, and present a vision that sparks hope and motivates action.

Here’s a text to analyze: The future president of The Gambia is somewhat familiar to the Gambian people, but perhaps not intimately known. There’s a palpable sense of anticipation, a hope that the right leader will step up to steer us through these challenging times. As I ponder the current political scene, I can’t help but think of psychologist Carl Jung’s words: “The greatest and most important problems of life are all fundamentally insoluble. They can never be solved but only outgrown.” This idea really highlights how crucial it is for us to grow—both as individuals and as a community—as we tackle the intricacies of governance and leadership.

As you get ready to take on this leadership role, I encourage you to focus on building a coalition with opposition parties. This alliance will not only bolster your position but also show the Gambian people that unity is achievable. The obstacles we face are significant, but they’re not impossible to overcome. Together, we can carve out a path toward a brighter future.

In conclusion, I want to stress that the future of The Gambia is in your hands. The road ahead will demand courage, resilience, and a steadfast commitment to the values of democracy and justice. As you step into this new role, keep in mind the words of South African writer Alan Paton: “Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire.”

May your leadership shine as a beacon of hope for all Gambians, guiding us toward a future brimming with promise and potential.

Warm regards, 
Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe 
Gambian Creative Writer

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Fortification of Oneself in an Age of Self-Entitlement, Misinformation, Castigation, Hatred, and Envy

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If the Divine can have adversaries, who are we to expect otherwise? In this world, individuals will invariably choose whom to support and whom to oppose. We inhabit a society where wisdom is often silenced, ignorance speaks with eloquence, and truth is distorted to appease the ears it encounters.

It seems more prudent to nourish a dog than to feed humanity; a dog, when fed daily, expresses gratitude and remains loyal, while a man, once deprived of sustenance, may label you as cruel, castigate you, or render you inhumane. As the Holy Qur'an reminds us, “Man was created in haste” (Quran 21:37).

In this tumultuous landscape, it is imperative for each individual to fortify themselves daily against the hasid (the envious) and the malevolent gaze of those who harbor ill intentions. 

In a class of students, everyone avoided Isatou without knowing she is deaf. Before it was known to them, almost half of the class have already labelled her as "rude, pompous, doesn't socialize, etc..." The moral of my article today is to ask before we judge. The Holy Bible tells us "Ask, it shall be given. Seek, you'll find, and knock, it shall be opened," Mathew 7:7. 

Before casting judgment upon the seemingly madman, one must seek to understand the roots of their madness. Many individuals in our society have succumbed to insanity due to spiritual battles waged against them by the forces of darkness. Yet, we often judge them without comprehending their narratives. 

When a life is lost, and the cause remains shrouded in mystery, let us pray for the departed rather than speculate on their eternal fate. When someone loses their livelihood, let us inquire before we pass judgment. The truth does not require embellishment to be acknowledged. 

Our society has become so polarized that the middle ground has all but vanished; one is either entrenched in the far-left or the far-right. People are quick to judge, and falsehoods propagate with alarming speed, often outpacing the truth. Content creators, in their haste to produce viral materials, frequently overlook the depth of understanding required to convey meaningful narratives that are truthful.

I hold a deep appreciation for open-minded individuals who can perceive situations from multiple perspectives. The more enlightened one becomes, the more one recognizes the value of silence. While many are quick to judge, we must refrain from condemning others’ choices without grasping their motivations. I strive to cherish existence and all that it encompasses. 

Some may withhold their support out of intimidation by your potential. If power and wealth breed arrogance, illness and mortality will serve as humbling reminders of our transient nature. The reason you may be unfamiliar with certain relatives is often tied to your financial status; acquire wealth, and you may find them eager to introduce themselves.

Be so steadfast in your character that those who seek to tarnish your name lose credibility in their attempts. 

No one ascends to prominence without navigating a landscape littered with adversity, climbing mountains of opposition from both jinn and mankind. Have you ever paused to ponder the questions: Why? How? When? What is the underlying reason for these occurrences?

“Powerful individuals cannot afford to educate those they oppress, for once true education is attained, the oppressed will not seek power; they will seize it.” — John Henrik Clarke. 

In this age of self-entitlement and misinformation, let us fortify ourselves with knowledge, compassion, and understanding, striving to transcend the divisions that plague our society.

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Virginity for Valentine - a poem by Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe

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On Valentine’s Day, a gift so rare,
A heart laid bare, a moment to share.
In shock, I stood, unprepared for the night,
Yet in her eyes, a flickering light.

The moans and the pain, a bittersweet song,
In the depths of love, where we both belong.
But in that embrace, a lesson unfolds,
True love is precious, not bought or sold.

In shadows cast by love's embrace,  

A gift unasked, a tender trace.  

With whispered sighs and hearts entwined,  

In passion's dance, our souls aligned.  

The ugly beauty of first delight,  

In pain and pleasure, we took flight.  

A moment raw, a bond so deep,  

In love's fierce grip, our secrets keep.   

The crimson tide, a sacred rite,  

In every gasp, the world ignites.  

With trembling hands, we crossed the line,  

In ecstasy's grip, your heart was mine.  

The taste of trust, both fierce and sweet,  

In every heartbeat, our spirits meet.  

Though shock and fear danced in the air,  

In that wild moment, nothing could compare.  

A love so fierce, it broke the mold,  

In vulnerability, our story told.  

Through moans and whispers, we found our way,  

In the depths of night, we chose to stay.  

So here we stand, in love's embrace,  

A journey begun, a sacred space.  

With every scar, a tale to weave,  

In the tapestry of love, we believe.

Author's note: 

Dear young girls, your virginity is a treasure, not a token for fleeting moments or gifts. Love should never be measured by physical acts or special days. Cherish your body and your heart; true intimacy comes from deep connection and respect, not from pressure or expectation. Wait for a love that honors you completely.

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Friends Before Lovers - a poem by Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe

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In laughter shared, our hearts began to bloom,  

Two souls entwined in joy, a bond so rare,  

Through whispered dreams, we chased away the gloom,  

In every secret shared, we laid us bare.  

With every glance, a spark ignited bright,  

Yet friendship's warmth held passion at bay,  

We danced in shadows, veiled in soft twilight,  

Unspoken words in silence found their way.

  

But time, a thief, did weave a different thread,  

As feelings deepened, friendship turned to flame,  

In tender moments, all our fears we shed,  

And love emerged, no longer just a game.  

So here we stand, where once we dared not tread,  

From friends to lovers, hearts forever wed.

Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe

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Letter to My Unborn Son

Dear Unborn Son,

In the stillness of the night, where shadows dance with whispers of dreams, I find my heart yearning for you, yet to arrive in this world. As I pen this letter, adorned with ink and tears alike, I hope to share not just my words, but the essence of my soul, a legacy wrapped in humility, love, and resilience. When a kennel of palm fruit falls into oil, it goes to his family. Therefore, when you are born in my presence, know your name and know who your father is. Muhammad is your name. 

 You are named after the holy prophet Muhammad S.A.W.; this is because I made a promise to Allah to name my child after him; this must be fulfilled. Your blood is so pure to unite Muslims around the world against the Antichrist. But his army is always looking for your father everywhere. You must firmly hold onto the Holy Quran and read it as given to me by your grandfather. I might not live long, but I have come to fulfill a promise I made to God while in my mother's womb. The peanut doesn't roast itself on fire; don't ever fear things you'll see from childhood. You have the eyes to see them—human or nonhuman, you have a calling in this world.

My name is Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe, a name that echoes through the quiet streets of The Gambia, not always for fame or applause but often as soft whispers—anointing my being as both a tormented author and a seeker of truth. My journey as a creative writer began in the vibrant hues of my childhood, a tapestry embroidered with the threads of joy, sorrow, and a persistent warfare against the unseen forces that sought to uproot me from my essence. Millions of intellectuals, men of honor and virtue have been born in this world for many years. You're not one of them. You're only a big fool. A laughingstock and a poor servant of Allah.

Throughout my life, the devil and his allies have brought forth trials that at times rendered me weary, yet I found solace in words—the balm that soothed my anxieties and gave flight to my thoughts. I have often resisted the dazzling allure of the Illuminati, cyclical whispers enticing me to sell my soul for mere fame. But you, my son, represent purity, the untouched canvas that seeks no brush of treachery. I want you to know that true artistry lies not in the embraces of the wicked but in the strength of one’s integrity.

I repeat: your name is Muhammad Age-Almusaf Sowe. Almusaf is your middle name; let the Arabs tell you what it means. At the age of 7, go to Gunjur and ask for the grave of the late Oustas Bun Jeng. Pray for him and his family. But also go to Senegal and ask for the tomb of Cheikh Ahmad Bamba. Pray for him and his family. Visit the family of Baye Niass, Serigne Babacar Sey, and pray for all of them. You must learn the Quran in Senegal first before going to Mauritania. Your destiny shall begin in Mali. You will meet your real image in Ethiopia. That is where your mission will get intense. As Menelik was to the Queen of Sheba and King Solomon, you are to Ethiopia nothing but a passing stranger. Get married there and move to Jerusalem. That is where you will meet Jesus. I repeat, you must marry an Ethiopian and must live in Jerusalem. The gates of heaven and earth await you in Israel. Read the book of Ge'ez and read everything you could find in this world. Read the Bible very thoroughly and read very well. You are not a Tijani, a Mouride, or any other sect; you are an ordinary slave of Allah who worships him alone. You are a Muslim, nothing but only a Muslim.

Just before the heartbreak came crashing in waves in 2018, I had loved deeply, only to watch that love slip through my fingers like grains of sand. The loss bore a shroud over my existence—three long years haunted by a haunting melancholia, a darkness that wrestled with my spirit relentless every night. I nearly lost my life in that tumult, yet in that abyss, a flicker remained—my pen, my refuge, my voice to reconcile the dissonance.

Upon my return to The Gambia in 2019, I was a weary young man, a traveler draped with scars and stories. Two weeks later, the ground of my being cracked once more—the gentle spirit of my mother departed. Pain piled upon sorrow, yet from the ashes of grief, I learned an invaluable lesson: life does not wait. Despite my heart seemingly drowning in dismay, I mined strength from my sadness, and I mustered a fortitude I never knew existed. The fortitude of remembering Allah-- my Lord and your Lord.

Oh, little son, I dream of the family we will forge together! More than merely a male legacy, I envision our hearts intertwined, forged in the fires of truth and compassion. Each paragraph I write is inspired by the intricacies of love—love for family, for art, and most importantly, for our bonds with the Divine. My reflections weave together philosophy and poetry drawn from the depths of religious understanding, forming a rich narrative that seeks the oneness of creation.

While I have earned respect and praise in distant lands—appreciated by those who may never meet me, your father remains unsung in The Gambia, a paradox still unexplored. Yet, I do not envy the limelight, for I find contentment in the simplicity of truth. I forgive easily, wearing kindness as my mantle, a testament to my belief that love can conquer the fiercest battles.

In my humble existence, one question lingers—where, oh loving Creator, is my life partner? In my reflections, I hope for you to carry the torch of my ink, and embrace the divine gift of writing. I want you to know that true power is not held in wealth, but in the impact one can have on another's life through words. My poetry is a weaving of my soul, rich with the essence of the human condition—reminding us that every heartbeat resonates with stories waiting to be unearthed.

As I write these lines, I can feel your energy flickering in the heather. In you, I see the continuation of my legacy—the breath of your existence kindling a fire within me, pushing boundaries and elevating the narrative of our people. My hope is that you will find solace in literature, using it as a vessel to channel your thoughts and dreams into the world.

I dream of holding you in my arms, of teaching you to write your first word, your first poem, and helping you embrace the humility and strength needed to navigate both the beauty and harshness of life. You will learn that the world is vast and complicated, filled with turmoil and grace, and that your pen can serve as a bridge between despair and hope.

As you grow, remember the power of love, my dear son. Engage with the world around you empathetically, and transform struggles into narratives that inspire others. Stand firm in your convictions and wield your words with responsibility. You may face nights long and dark, but it is precisely in those moments that the light will shine brightest. Through your writings, speak on behalf of the voiceless, transgress barriers, and know that your heart should pulse in rhythm with love and understanding.

To you, my child, I draw a map of the struggles I have known and the dreams that remain yet unfulfilled. I urge you to step into this world with eyes wide and spirit unbroken. You are a treasure, an eternally cherished being whose essence will always seek to unravel the beauty of the universe. Someday, while I may meet the end of my journey, know that I will live on through you—my hopes, my philosophies, my words living eternally within your life. 

The jinns are your servants; Satan is your enemy and all his progeny. They will hunt you everywhere from the day you are born till the day you die. You have the power to restore justice and righteousness back on this earth with the help of Jesus. He will be your helper. The whole world will see him as a madman, but you will be the first person to recognize him. He will never return on this earth as a prophet. Oh, my beloved son. Listen very carefully because my time is very limited. Worship Allah, not anyone else. Don't ever worship the Arabs and their culture and religion. There is evil everywhere in the world. Even when you run and hide inside the Kaaba, they will hunt you and bring you out to kill you. Fight in the name of Allah and die in his name. He is enough for you.

Until that glorious day arrives when you bless my life with your presence, I will continue to write, to fight against the darkness, and to pray for you while working toward the life I’ve envisioned for us. May the universe conspire in our favor. May love guide you as you journey through life, and may you always find comfort in the stories that await you. 

I want you to make enough Zikr and always follow the teachings of Muhammad S.A.W. He is your role model, and Allah is your protector. Your father's family is from Jesus, and your mother's blood is the bloodline of the prophet Muhammad S.A.W. Do not be afraid; do not fear; Allah is with you at all times. 

With all my love,

Your Father, Modou Lamin

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"Left-Eye" poem by Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe

Even when Rihanna sang everything to the left, 

I'm still eating with my right hand;

I understand The Gambia couldn't still find the right man.

But break, broke, broken,

Let it break.

The broken pencil still writes.

Let the donkeys brake.

Let the pastor and imam preach

There is still sex on the beach.

So you don't still know I see both Satan and the Anti-Christ?

The reason why every dog barks at me in The Gambia 

Is bcos I ain't part of the movement that derail Christ 

And praise Jesus Christ,

But hallelujah to this screaming;

Amen to this healing.

Welcome to the New Age.

In the Book of Enoch,

Chapter one, page one,

Paragraph six of 2026;

Let's turn a new page gently.

The sun has already risen from the East,

War in the Middle East;

The NBA headed to the East;

Gog and Maggot arrived with ease, 

Enough of the East!

Listen!

Expect Abraham Ibn Ashram. 

Next is the continent of Africa.

Who are you people still voting for?

Let the rest rest in peace

And the death finds peace in pieces.

"She knows, she knows,

And I know she knows,

Alright."

The real rapper defended his thesis 

It is sad to read such speeches,

Such things don't only happen in music. 

I wrote a letter to Satan,

The next morning my image was tarnished.

We've successfully burned the Quran and the Bible without burning them.

Have we not had enough agenda at the UN?

What else is my mission?

In our religion, 

When you eat beef,

Don't ask how many cows are in a steak?

We're so accommodating like a housing estate.

So, let's ask, how many cows in a steak?

Allow intellectuals continue seeing their mensuration

Until Achebe resurfaces. 

Listen,

An era of natural disasters strikes,

The planet is ours,

But before 2030,

Don't use my name in vain.

See how I turned your intellectuals into prostitutes,

Your teachers are agents of the devil;

Your parents are my enablers;

And then, I turned you and your child in the new age. 

I am the reason you worship your phone and false prophets 

The reason why every young person is tryna sell a soul.

We're all sinners in disguise,

But I made you addicted to pornography, 

Forced you to use condoms,

Drink contraceptives,

And now you're a whore.

Well done!

I'm ISIS in capital letters 

And abortion in small letters.

Listen!

I'm the devil's Bible and the sinners Qur'an 

I ran marathons in your mind;

Do you see how I'm controlling the world?  

I'm a religious crisis.

By my grace, I am the final prophet.

I influenced a generation of mobile addiction, 

Sex and dating, 

Kissing and immorality,

And flirting and hating.

Admit that I'm hateful, 

Enraged, and ungrateful.

See how I'm successfully making you learn foolishness in school

Yet, you claim to be knowledgeable?

Stupid!

Hi hater, yes I heard you talking.

Bravo, but that shit was boring.

Am I not the one who invented social media? 

Who is discrediting your profile?

Who really is the Savior of Planet Earth?

I turn your value into likes and followers,

Make your presence online, 

And reduced you to a mouse with a click on the internet.

Listen, 

I inspired a generation of boobs and big buttocks,

Alcoholism and drugs,

Dancing and shaking of asses,

Wealth and more money. 

C'mon, honey.

What y'all bitches masturbating for?

You dress indecent but don't want to be called a prostitute; 

Bitch, what's your name?

My style of writing is too harsh

I don't decorate the truth in a pavement.

Who really is the King of Saudi?

Just too supernatural to comprehend, 

But when schooling kids in kindergarten,

Teach them ABC.

Every gardener needs a crop,

But I am the apple of your eyes and your spotify children.

Should I still tell you I am the left-eye?

It's funny I'm the writer 

Every writer is tryna beat now,

Even underground writers with a big mouth.

Explanation of the poem titled "Left-Eye" written by Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe.

The poem is a "sarcastic poem" written as a protestant vilification that foretells the coming of age in contemporary African and global poetry, indecisively.

It both revealed and predicted the future plans of the "Illuminati" in the coming years, and happenings across the globe. Referencing from the holy books; it exonerated the arrival of the Anti-Christ and Gog and Maggot. 

The poet, using euphemism, sarcasm, rhythmicity, innuendo and paradoxical iambic pentameter, provocatively insinuates his revolting against the secret society personally and socially.

Linking music and poetry to lyrically and intellectually disintegrate societal values, the poet begins with opening verses from a song by Rihanna, "Everything to the Left", noting that the song was evil because it praises Dajjal, the left-eye (one-eye).

The poet teaches that a certain group of people in society becomes famous, powerful, rich, and influential because of their affiliation with the Illuminati.

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You Never Loved Me - Poem by Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe

I am full. 

Of me. 

Blessed. 

Free. 

And.

Grateful. 

Free calls

With Africell 

Customer care

On flight mode 

Up in the air 

Do I care?

Some days,

I forget who I am

I can’t see the light 

I am lost from within 

I look around

It’s dark and vast 

Everyone is gone 

Nothing lasts 

My loving eyes,

My soft touches,

My strong, solid anchor,

Once outsourced. . .

I am left with nothing but rancor

Toss and cheers to alcohol 

I understand now that I'm misunderstood 

You don't understand me

So let me explain: 

I thought that in time what was bad would turn good

I love you from the centre of my heart 

From where the blood gurgles in its search for oxygen 

I breathe you into my soul for healing each time my heart threatens to hurt.

Aware of my victim hood

Forged in childhood

Perfected in adulthood 

Into nationhood 

I am in the hood 

For the chicken, poddles, and noddles 

Miscommunication 

Retaliation 

Resignation 

Obligation

But to what,

Sensation?

I trusted love 

I dated lies 

I kissed romance 

And hated you

Followed my course 

Leaned in

Reached out

Got back on that wench

Sit on the bench 

And drove a Benz 

Now I falter

Confused 

I refused 

The news 

Don’t know where I’m

What’s been the purpose?

What was the lesson in that?

Heartbreak 

Lies

Cheating 

Sex

And romance.

Is that all?

Every truth I believed that this world had to offer 

I question entirely 

I’ve filled up my pockets 

With theory and rationale 

Gleaned from my process

It’s dissolved into nothing, 

I’m empty.

You never loved me.

You love the money,

The fame,

And the cars.

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