Repression and The Senegambia Highway Man
this may not be perfect but it is entirely 100% true ..

I once met a gentleman twice, who purely
by some chance,
I only recall, bumping into, the first time ..
It was just off from
the brand new, Senegambia highway ..
I never did manage
to learn his Mandinka name though ..
He was tall and so
very thin however, my dear lord, it was
easy to see that he
was quite literally, starving back then ..
And so, I gave him
a handful of rice, Adana the house girl
had previously given me ..
Plus a small piece of something, I took
to be meat, from
the back of my very old host, Hanna’s
very temperamental,
antique refrigerator and then, at least
for a moment or two,
he did seem, reasonably contented ..
But when I met with
him again, the very next day, we both
kind of knew by then,
that he was very much in dying mode ..
He had a hole in one
of his legs you see, so big you could
poke a big stick
right through it and see clearly from
one side to the other ..
But his eyes were by then, sadly
dead in his head and
the truth was, he was totally blinded ..
So I gave him the one
hundred and twenty five dalasi which
was all that I had on me
and told him to go grab a bush cab to
the Banjul infirmary a.s.a.p.
That same evening, one of the cooks
at Old Uncle Noah’s
Fish Restaurant, came and told me that
the guy with no name,
they called Happy never quite made it ..
And all the scraps he had
saved in his carrier bag, were promptly
divided between,
a young orphaned albino, riddled with
skin cancer and his four
three month old abandoned puppy dogs ..
Oh’ and since I happened
to be passing, would I care to make a
small donation to some
other lost causes .. I said, sorry but no,
I’ve got a plane to catch ..
And while you may think it strange that
I have hardly ever even
thought about that guy, or that day again,
until a moment ago, that is ..
Now on reflection, I guess that’s what we
in the trade, used to call repression ..
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WOW!! It's such a beautifully strange world that
we all share.....it's such a powerful thing to have
the ability to reflect on our past even when it just
pops up years later......this is such a poetically
lovely reflection whether or not it comes from a
repression....I love reading your words dear
poet brother!!.....thanx so much for sharing this!!
Stay groovy Sir NEVILLE!!....ALL STARS!!....LOVE
& ROCKETS!!.....T xo : )
Hey Tony,
how's it going brother? Long time no see or hear .. I hope life is treating you kindly and that 2025 is living up to expectations .. Yes, it is a strange world in which we live and where would we be without our own individual reflections eh' I know for a fact that I would be lost .. You are, as always, way too kind to me and I just want you to know that I really appreciate your support and heart-warming kindness ..
Take care, write on and loadsa rockets back at you my friend .. Neville
So sorry for the late reply my friend.....I have been
delving deep into the human condition and found myself
wanting......while I love personally expressing myself with
words I also trip over myself when it comes to that self same
condition we all call life.....I am ever so grateful to be able
to come back to COSMO and still have someone recognize
me as a poet.....I want you to know how much I appreciate
your feedback and my intention to contribute here as much
as possible Sir Neville....hope to keep hearing from you.....LOVE &
ROCKETS!!.....T xo : )
Apologies are most definitely and defiantly not necessary my friend so no worries on that score .. it's just good to see and to hear you are still around and not beyond the reach of rockets .. Take care n don't be a stranger .. Kindest Regards, Neville :)