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Thanks Modou. Much appreciated.

Baba

>From: mamie njie <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: Re: Criminal Trespass - A Story
>Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2005 15:34:02 -0700
>
>OUCH!
>
>Modou Ceesay <[log in to unmask]> wrote:Is this stuff written by the Baba Galleh who ran away from The Gambia
>and left Alh. Yorro to run the Independent by himself? Are you still
>in America, Baba, and leaving your brothers behind to fight the fight
>without you?
>
>I'm sorry, but I don't get this piece, and you should be absolutely
>ashamed of more than this poor writing. You were respected as a
>journalist once.
>
>Modou
>
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>--- Baba Galleh Jallow wrote:
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>Criminal Trespass
>
>By Baba Galleh Jallow
>
>
>
>"Who the hell is that?" Dr. Badmouth NoBrains angrily demanded.
>
>
>
>"Open the damn door and you will know!" came the angry retort.
>
>The banging grew louder. It seemed as if several people were now hitting the door with clubs
>and iron rods. The very floor of his room shook as Dr. NoBrains vigorously trembled and
>frantically looked around for a place to hide. For whoever was at his door was extremely angry
>and out to get him.
>
>Before he could dash under the bed, the door flew off its hinges and an angry group of men
>burst into his room. Dr. NoBrains shouted at the top of his voice, but no sound came. He tried
>to run but felt as if he had no feet. Standing there grinning angrily at him were all his
>major business rivals and they were shouting, "get him, kill him!" With raised clubs, the
>angry men rushed upon Dr. NoBrains and this time, he found his voice. Yelling at the top of
>his voice, Dr. NoBrains found himself sitting up in bed, shaking violently. It was the third
>successive night that he had had that bad dream.
>
>Having calmed down a bit, Dr. NoBrains jumped off his bed and reached for his iron coat. He
>had worn that coat only once since he ordered it from China. He was going to wear it again
>today, as well as his iron pants and his iron boots. He was going to make sure that those evil
>devils that dared to intrude into his dreams would be sent ten feet deep. No, he had no time
>for any brushing of teeth or showers. He had to get to the business square. He would take his
>iron public speaker system and would stand in the middle of our little town and tell all those
>idiots just what he thought they were: Nothing but a bunch of jealous fools, hypocrites and
>parasites, absolute good-for-nothings who would never challenge him in the world of business
>as far as our little town is concerned. He would let them see that as managing director of the
>famous Yaahagi Enterprises, he was the number one guy inour little town and must remain the
>number one guy in our little town. He would show all those jealous midgets that even after his
>death, he would still be the number one guy in the lucrative business world of our little
>town. Let the sky fall!
>
>Thus smartly dressed in his iron pants, his iron coat and his iron boots, Dr. Badmouth
>NoBrains hobbled down his iron stairs making such a loud clanking noise that the chickens on
>his poultry farm all flew off, loudly quaking and flapping their wings in utmost fright. But
>Dr. NoBrains did not give a hoot about stupid chickens. He was going to put those stupid folks
>in their place that day, and he did not give a hoot if all the chickens in the world flapped
>their stupid wings and quaked their stupid lungs out.
>
>You see, over the years, Dr. Badmouth NoBrains of Yaahagi Enterprises was the undisputed
>leader of our business world. All the top brand names were registered to Yaahagi Enterprises.
>The biggest foreign investors invariably sought out the great Dr. NoBrains. Whoever went
>shopping and did not come home with a Yaahagi brand name was considered a fool and a cheap
>shot. So that the great guy reigned with supreme comfort and did not worry at all about
>rivals. Yaahagi Enterprises was too big for all those petty businessmen who tried to compete
>with him. Dr. NoBrains himself towered like a giant over the heads of his Lilliputan
>competitors. So that when they made any unpleasant noises, Dr. NoBrains simply fired a small
>bombshell that would stink so bad that they would run hiding or catch the flu. In the end,
>they just made small noises that did not worry the great guy at all. And so he too, fired only
>very small bombshells that just drove the flies away.
>
>But then suddenly all that changed. Some stupid business expert put the stupid idea into his
>opponents that they should come together and form one big business group. That way, the stupid
>expert told the puny little things, they can get bigger than Dr. NoBrains and drive him out of
>business. At first, Dr. NoBrains dismissed reports of the formation of such a new business
>group as mere lies and rumors circulated by his many jealous enemies. "No one can form a big
>group to challenge me", he boasted and his cronies loudly cooed and clapped for him and called
>him dad. "And if they do", Dr. NoBrains bragged, "I will make sure that they know who I really
>am." At which assurance the cronies raised such a cloud of dust that we all caught the common
>cold and coughed and spluttered for many weeks to come. But Dr. NoBrains was wrong. For once,
>our all-knowing big wig was wrong. The smallcompetitors did succeed in launching a massive
>business group that threatened to swallow our giant Dr. NoBrains. It was then that the
>terrible nightmares began for our gentle Doctor. Every night, as soon as he closed his eyes,
>the loud banging would start, the door would fall and the angry group would rush toward him
>with their massive clubs and iron rods. And Dr. NoBrains would wake up screaming.
>
>As he clanged down his iron stairs, Dr. Badmouth NoBrains suddenly had an idea! In fact, he
>was going to sue them all for criminal trespass, invasion of privacy and unwelcome existence
>with intent to cause serious bodily harm.
>
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