Ah what a wonderful weekend it'll turn out to be Galleh. Samba Kookah  should 
be careful he doesn't surpass the evil of Poplin and become Poplin's  alter 
ego. Anyway Galleh, I'm told our friend Halake is not very happy these  days.
 
God bless and have a nice weekend.
Haruna.
 
In a message dated 6/27/2008 12:06:20 A.M. Mountain Daylight Time,  
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Critical  Bones II – A short story

By Baba Galleh Jallow

As he rumbled  angrily away, Samba Kookah reminded himself of all the things 
he was going to  do to this evil guy who sat on his mind like a cloud of salt 
and made a fool f  him in full public view, before the eyes of the whole wide 
world. If this evil  guy thought that he was going to get away with all his 
evil deeds, then he was  the very fool Kookah knew he was. People will have to 
take responsibility for  their evil deeds, whether they know it or not. People 
will have to watch their  steps and their words and their looks and even their 
smiles when they are  dealing with other people rather than just pretend that 
they are better than  everyone else. Otherwise, they will soon grow old and 
their bones will wither  inside their bodies and they will die unnatural 
deaths, sneering at the world  with their evil fangs, and they will have no one to 
blame but their evil  selves!

Yes, he Samba Kookah was going to deal mercilessly with this  impudent bloke! 
He would turn into a green snake and hide in the green grass  and deliver an 
overloaded bite-full of poison into his evil shanks when he  least expected 
it. He would smile at him when he was around, but he would let  him know that 
beneath the whiteness of the smile lies the red-hot blood of a  true Kookah. 
When they meet, he would hail him hi and tap him on the back and  call him bro 
and say oh yes you are truly great; but behind that gentle tap on  the back will 
be a devastating blow that would send this evil guy to his  stinking grave!

If people asked him whether he knew this guy, he would  say oh yes I know him 
well and then like the great craftsman and nimble  wordsmith he was, he was 
going to gently ask that guy whether he really knew  this guy? When the 
expected answer of no I don’t really know him or just a  little bit comes floating 
out, he would then slowly nod and gravely shake his  head and say never mind, I 
should not even tell you this. And when the  expected insistence that he need 
not worry about telling comes falling out,  Samba Kookah would make sure to 
paint such a nasty picture of just how evil  this guy was that he would 
instantly turn his interlocutor into yet another  deadly enemy of this stupid guy who 
thought that he knew it all and filled his  heart like a sea of pepper.

He would say that people really did not  know this guy and that if they did, 
they would not touch him with even the  longest bamboo stick. He would say 
that people should not be deceived by this  guy’s innocent face or his friendly 
smile, that below that kindly glitter in  his eyes lay the poisonous fangs of 
an evil snake. People should not, Samba  Kookah would gravely warn, mistake 
this guy’s friendly appearance for genuine  humanity because just beneath that 
smooth and bright skin lay the darkest soul  ever to walk the streets of Dusty 
City. He would say that this guy pretends to  be pious and deeply religious 
when in reality, he was the very devil himself  in human form. Did people know 
that the devil actually enters and possesses  the souls of really evil people 
like this guy? That often times we see someone  engaged in evil deeds and not 
realize that his soul, his mind, his body had  entirely been taken over by the 
horned devil himself? Why do people think that  no one considers themselves bad 
or evil even if they are the most evil person  alive? He would ask these 
questions and add whatever spicy details were  necessary to ensure that whoever he 
was talking to would never again tread the  same road with this evil guy.

And no, that was no going to be the end  of the story. He, Samba Kookah was 
determined that this was going to be the  grandfather and grandmother and uncle 
and father and mother and cousin and  nephew and niece of all battles. Every 
night he would kill a black cat and lay  its dead carcass at the doorstep of 
this evil guy so that when he comes out in  the morning and sees it, ill luck 
would be his companion all day long. And  sometimes he would even creep up to a 
few meters from his house in the middle  of the night and throw a huge rock 
on his corrugated iron roof to scare the  shit out of him. He would listen to 
whatever this stupid guy says and do his  very best to distort it and relay the 
distorted version to the whole big wide  world. If this guy says anything, he 
would report him as saying the exact  opposite. And he would get a big sharp 
invisible stick and follow him around  and constantly poke him in the ribs to 
make him taste the fruit of his evil  deeds! This way he would bring out this 
devil’s true colors and stop him from  constantly pretending to be something 
he was not. 

And he was not going  to stop there. He would make sure to dig up all the 
dirt that this guy had  left in his evil trail and lay it out for the whole big 
wide world to see. He  would dig up all the lies and the cheatings and the 
betrayals of trust and the  adulteries and fornications and hypocrisies and double 
standards and slanders  and libels and everything else that reeked of evil 
that this guy had said and  done, and he would bring it out so that everyone 
would know this evil guy who  constantly sat in his mind for what he really was. 
And all that would just be  the beginning, the very tiny tip of the giant 
iceberg of terror that Samba  Kookah was determined to make this impudent bloke 
see! Was it not the great  Greek philosopher Junkus who said you saw what you 
ripe? Did not the great  Arab thinker Ibun Basapus say that what goats surround 
goats surround? And did  not our own Dr. Soberface Fuzzymind himself say that 
if you see a star in the  sky, then the moon is sleeping? If this evil guy is 
ignorant of all these  words of wisdom, he Samba Kookah of Mbotagi fame will 
mercilessly hammer the  sharp nails of truth and wisdom into his stupid skull, 
just let him wait and  see!
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