*Made in Ramadan* In harmattan it was, my maiden Ramadan For a ten year old, I felt bold and tougher But proving a point could 'a been rougher The night fore was stale, long, and dreary My sleep was spotty, short, and heavy The moon came tiny but like a starving bow All I wanted to ask was why he came so early My fly-guy Ali was not really joking when Mister Empty Sac O'Belly had him lurking But by the kitchen he could 'a been choking That morning came faster than normal I felt the dawn come so dark and daunting Half awake, half asleep, and I hate to partake The food was cold but I had to feed my soul I thought I was ready to deal with the heavy Harmattan winds blowing the dry sunrays To starve myself, I counted so many days Twenty-nine or thirty – I'll only do half-ways But I had a hunch it would 'a been fun Fun it was until right about mid-day when I held my head up to see the sun at bay To confirm't was going to be the longest day I looked down for my shadow and saw double Then I knew much ahead for me was trouble The little that was in my sac I felt but wobbled Then I wished Sac O'Belly could 'a cut me a slack. So there it was my maiden Ramadan I beheld myKaftan in those dry winds of harmattan. *Abdoulie A. Jallow* *(BambaLaye)* *September 28, 2007* ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ To unsubscribe/subscribe or view archives of postings, go to the Gambia-L Web interface at: http://listserv.icors.org/archives/gambia-l.html To Search in the Gambia-L archives, go to: http://listserv.icors.org/SCRIPTS/WA-ICORS.EXE?S1=gambia-l To contact the List Management, please send an e-mail to: [log in to unmask] ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤