With Saikou Suwareh Jabai
You are welcome to yet another edition of your weekly Student’s Voice. We feature stories, articles, poems, etc, from students and teachers alike. We encourage other students to contribute and get their writing skills developed. The column is open to all and sundry in the education milieu in of The Gambia. Sit back, relax and enjoy these fascinating pieces.QUOTATION OF THE WEEK
“If you hear a voice within you say “you cannot paint,” then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced,” –Vincent Van Gogh

Youth patrolling along the rough journey
Life-risk journey
Nerve upsetting journey
Rich or die journey
All youths embarking on the rough phase to success
Thought lingering in their minds is
‘Back way is the fastest route to success’
Peer influence being a strong factor
A reason among the whole lots of reasons
Every being want to be rich
And every Tom, Dick and Harry thinks
Going abroad is the sole solution to be rich
Despite the death row cases
Operation no back up is well alive in the minds of the masses
And this frighten nobody willing to go on trekking the bushes
And mountains till the last breath
Communities lacking youths
Farms lacking youths
Work places lacking working and energetic youths
All due to this fatal journey
A death or alive journey.
By Lamin Sanneh,
HTC, Gambia College

Life maybe stressful
But smiling is beautiful
As you’re rewarded by the Merciful
So be cheerful
Let your tears be useful
Life is a journey
You maybe blessed with money
But it can’t buy you a honey
As others need no penny
But just a smile, if any
You may be poor and needy
But that should not make you greedy
Embrace your fate and get ready
To smile and don’t be moody
You may not be treated fairly
But keep smiling daily
As this will help you dearly
Frowning is so deadly
Sorrow is worldly
Don’t be overcome by grief so badly
Be grateful and friendly
You may not attain your dreams today
But remember you were blessed yesterday
Smile and hope for a better day
As after rain, comes the sunny day
And tomorrow could be a holiday
By Marabi S Hydara,
Islamic Online University.

I felt it grow deep down
Like trees of happiness were grown on its wall
I thought my heart would not grow to love again
People were like pests
Pins of pain were punched on my heart
I lost the courage to trust
Each hour seemed like decades
I cuddled myself to sleep
Bad dreams I had
I got drenched in sweat
The memories were fresh
The fertility of my heart
I can’t believe
I really defeated depression
My heart flies like the butterfly
My smile beautiful like its wings
My life lands on a smooth path
I now know that not every smile is friendly
Not every memory is worth hanging on forever
My heart is fertile
It can now embrace emotions to grow on it
My mind says to me “forget your foes”
I dream higher and wider
My diamond which I found in dirt
I will let you shine for me
My pieces of gold I cherish you all
My heart is no more hazardous
It was filled with hate and anguish
But I wish the past does not tumble back
Live life with perfect hearts
And the best heart to be your hero or heroine
And the alter, awaits you
The fertility of my heart
Won’t be poisoned by foes
By Maimuna Joof,
Gambia Tourism and Hospitality Institution.
In your eyes, the deviant is on the right path
You could have listened to a word
Before you spread words
Words about one word
And that’s the truth
You say the truth is deviation
How about listen to the truth
If you really believe in him
He knows more about himself
Than the closeness your heart knows with him
The wrong is the yardstick
The bears, emotions and shouts
Those are just a mirror
Between you and the truth
But it appears showing you your being
Which is not what you ought to seek
Ponder on the image, ask the truth
He will tell you about breaking the mirror
You will then see beyond
After you find and drink the sacred from the goblet
Untill then,
Don’t stop, refresh!
Have good faith in each one
Because greatness don’t speak
It’s a vibe that feels and it’s drawn with humility
The low images in your eyes
They are not thugs as you judge
They have seen light
And not the words you spread
The truth knows them
He dwells in them and have the same nerves
By Abdou Jallow,