Baba,
To use a Baddibunka prayer - may you keep your hand or your pen should I 
say?

Malanding

Baba Galleh Jallow wrote:

> Big Trouble at SitTight Enterprises
>
> By Baba Galleh Jallow
>
>
> Dr. NoPen Runhere, alias Snooty, sneezed and sneezed again. At the 
> sound of his boss’s sneezing, Bra Smoothface Darelie came rushing in, 
> sniffing and snorting, saying ‘bless you, bless you’ and complaining 
> of a terrible cold he had just caught. This was a common sight at 
> SitTight Enterprises. The staff had become so accustomed to the 
> automatic reactions the boss’s every action produced in Bra Smoothface 
> Darelie that they no longer expressed surprise at his strange antics.
>
> Dr. NoPen Runhere, managing director of the famous SitTight 
> Enterprises, had a whole lot of very loyal staff and servants. There 
> were the likes of Bra Yuppie, whose cardinal characteristic was a 
> chronic inability to understand simple English, but who was famous for 
> his persistent expositions in English of the excellent qualities of 
> Dr. NoPen Runhere. As one of the co-directors of the communications 
> department at SitTight Enterprises, Bra Yuppie poured out endless 
> pages in praise of the great boss, always with the aid of a 
> dictionary. It did not matter whether his grammar was correct or not. 
> What mattered was that he heaped as many praises on the boss as he 
> possibly could without choking the very paper itself.
>
> And there was Bra Neverthink Justdo, whose function was to serve as 
> Master of Ceremonies at the many dinner parties organized in honor of 
> the gallant Dr. Runhere. Bra Neverthink, who had to pause and think of 
> what to say next after every sentence, had grown adept at thinking and 
> saying whatever he thought Snooty wanted to hear. It did not matter 
> whether what he said made sense or not. So long as Snooty’s head 
> bopped up and down in appreciation and his face glowed with oily 
> contentment, Bra Neverthink Justdo would go right ahead and have his 
> noisy say.
> Then there was one of the most famous staff at SitTight Enterprises, 
> the gallant and flamboyant Bra Whatyasay Yesbaas. Bra Yesbaas was only 
> interested in one thing - to be near the seat of power at SitTight 
> Enterprises and partake of whatever dry crumbs of glory dropped from 
> the big man’s table. His function was to vehemently assent to whatever 
> Snooty said and vigorously deny whatever anyone else said that was not 
> in line with Snooty’s personal philosophy of Never Down. It did not 
> matter whether what was said was the truth or a bunch of lies that 
> made you hold your nose and run away. What mattered was whether it was 
> in line with Snooty’s infallible philosophy of Never Down. If it was, 
> it was true. If not, it was a lie. Case closed, coffin sealed, dropped 
> in the hole, buried.
>
> But none of these or Snooty’s many other loyal servants came anywhere 
> close to the level at which Bra Smoothface Darelie perched in relation 
> to Snooty’s personal pleasure. Bra Darelie was so loyal to the boss 
> that he always declared that he loved the boss more than he loved 
> himself. When Snooty complained of heat, Bra Darelie would fly into a 
> frenzy and start sweating profusely. When Snooty complained of cold, 
> Bra Darelie would immediately start shivering so hard that his teeth 
> loudly clattered in his mouth. When Snooty complained of a mild 
> headache, Bra Darelie would start weeping and moaning, holding his 
> head, tears running down his cheeks, asking to be given an overdose of 
> Tylenol. When Snooty got annoyed about something, Bra Darelie would 
> fly into a tantrum and loudly weep and wail and furiously knock the 
> walls and pull his hair. And when Snooty said he was happy, Bra 
> Darelie would laugh so hard that he would cry. He would bend and 
> double over and roll on the floor in blissful glee.
>
> When Snooty expressed disagreement with someone, Bra Darelie would 
> challenge that person to a duel and call him fool and a useless 
> species that must not live. An eloquent speaker, Bra Darelie would 
> loudly extol the undying virtues and endless glories of the great Dr. 
> Snooty, whom he called homo yesyes. He would call the offending person 
> a miserable fly that was trying to fell a giant tree. He would speak 
> in tongues and parables and remind the pretentious brat of the rat who 
> thought he was an elephant and thus got himself into mortal trouble. 
> Bra Darelie also performed all those unsavory tasks Snooty himself did 
> not want to touch. No wonder Bra Darelie soon overshadowed all of 
> Snooty’s loyal servants and won himself the honorable and immortal 
> title of Snooty’s Chief Puppet. And boy was he glad to be given such 
> an honorable title!! That was what he lived for!
>
> Sadly, one fine day, the loyal Bra Darelie, most long-serving and most 
> loyal crony to Dr. NoPen Runhere, alias Snooty, was forcibly and 
> unceremoniously kicked out of the great guy’s presence. It led all our 
> common townsfolk into a great confusion and had them hold their amazed 
> mouths and loudly wonder, shaking their heads in utter disbelief. When 
> they thought of Bra Darelie's amazing antics, some of our common 
> townsfolk loudly wept and blew their noses and drank some water to 
> cool their throats. Then they would sadly shake their heads and wonder 
> what had become of our little town, why the world was so upside down. 
> How on earth could Dr. NoPen Runhere ever think of sacking the most 
> loyal, ever faithful Bra Darelie of the silent gaze?
>
> For his part, a devastated Bra Darelie bundled his stuff and with head 
> held high, furiously marched off, thoughts of red vengeance flashing 
> in his bloodshot eyes. Our common townsfolk suspected they were soon 
> going to see some strange action on the part of the bitter Bra Darelie.
>
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