What Is SIU…?

We have a poorly funded, poorly equipped, and poorly trained police force. We have an outfit called the NIA which is distrusted by the population due to their dispicable track record during the reign of the previous government. We have an army that is battered and demoralized because it could not rescue the Gambian people from a recalcitrant government [thus the presence of an ECOMIG Force]. We have a Police Intervention Unit that, like its sister forces, is poorly funded, poorly paid and thus poorly motivated. All these [working together or not] could not even be aware of the fact that two of the most feared generals of the previous government came back to this country.

All these make it extremely strange if, out of the blue, citizens begin to hear about a new security outfit called State Intelligence Unit (SIU). Since this government took office, no one has heard of a bill in the National Assembly establishing a security unit called State Intelligence Unit. Is it a constitutional unit? If it were, certainly it should be done through the National Assembly. How can we have a security unit without it being passed through the house of representatives? It is reported that this outfit is formed from the presidency. Since when does a president have the powers to form such units arbitrarily?

The National Assembly should definitely demand an explanation for this pseudo security unit. If found to be inconsistent with the constitution [which most likely it will] it should be disbanded forthwith. This seems to to be another example of the epic blunders your government is becoming synonymous with. Why create yet another security unit when the ones here are in the woefully inadequate state they are in? This is unacceptable and we demand an explanation immediately.

As I have said repeatedly before, the Gambia Police Force is poorly paid, poorly equipped, poorly trained and poorly motivated. Just look at the incident in Busumbala where they were expected to quell a huge chaos in their pickup trucks with no teargas, no protective gear and no armoured cars. Going to such a place in such circumstances would have been suicidal.

The people of the country have had enough of the constitutional violations. We have seen governments operate outside the law on so many occasions that we have had enough of it. It was for this very reason that we came together and expended efforts, blood, tears and sweat to ensure that we change our government and put you in office. We will not allow you or any other person to take us that road again. It is indeed disappointing for Gambians to witness the setting up of a unit outside the law, for that is what this looks like at the moment.

Instead of setting up of the State Intelligence Unit [I wonder whether it should be called State …], why can’t you fund the Police Force, give training to the Police Intervention Unit, revamp the NIA, restructure the Army and secure our borders. The security of the country is fragile at present but the solution is not in creating more units; rather, it is in strengthening the ones we have.

Have a Good Day Mr President…

Tha Scribbler Bah
A Concerned Citizen


The Dream Country!!!

She woke up with a start. She had been sleeping for long. In her dream, she was in a country where there was constant power supply, there was enough potable water. There was a good healthcare system. 

The education system was such that it produced job creators rather than job seekers. Her husband who was a carpenter now had so many new branches of his workshop that he employed more than twenty five people. 

Their two kids, a boy and a girl, were attending a school which was poised to make one a commercial farmer, and the other a designer.

The boy, Alieu, already had plans to grow wheat at commercial level. He had written a sort of a project proposal for which his mom and dad were saving monthly. By the time he qualified, they will buy him all the tools he needed to produce food on a massive scale.

The girl, Fatou, wanted to have a fashion business where she will produce new African dresses for the teeming population. She knew that it was possible. The government had plans for all young entrepreneurs who were interested in making it in life. 

She had taken it for granted that her religion, her tribe, her social background would not be a problem. She was blind but skillful. But who even talked about blindness? In this country, being disabled didn’t mean zilch. You had equal opportunities. No one was discriminated. There were schools for everyone and it was free for all.

Ndey shook off the bedclothes from her and yawned. Then despondence took over. It had all been a dream. Too bad. She walked slowly towards the bathroom. Immediately, she touched the water however, it hit her. This does not have to remain a dream. Together we can make our country like this. She vowed to start a campaign from that day to ensure that her country attained the same status as she had seen in her dream. 

‘Let us show love for our nation,’ she told everyone she met that day and went on to describe the dream country and how it will turned into reality!

Tha Scribbler


They all say he is a saint
I say he just uses paint
To cover the constant taint
He is the devil’s agent

He seems to think he’s immune
We will set up a tribune
He’s destroyed our commune
And gathered a fortune

We won’t let it slide by
Cus someone thinks we’re shy
We’ll get him, even if we’ve to fly
No business that is shady and sly

We will not lie
Or on our backs lie
We’ll take part of the pie
We’ll them all defy!

Tha Scribbler