Reader, you’ll easily notice that some Gambians, after few likes or Facebook thumps-up inject their ego with the utopia that they can run for office and win. Others, such as Essa Faal rather found that on a silver platter with the advent of the TRRC—a springboard he’s been spinning to his vantage.

My name is Ebrima Papa Colley. And I write because I dream of a prosperous Gambia where our youth won’t easily despair, our sisters won’t shudder at labor’s death calls too often, our mothers won’t burry those that were supposed to burry them, and our rulership will assume the correct patriotic bearing.

Just like the AFPRC recruited him, propelled him to a fortunate education and later, an enabled New York maintenance, today’s Essa Faal is again sniffing his aphrodisiac for vainglory. But I’m here to remind him that Youssou Ndour’s glory in Senegal has been more organic and enduring.

Youssou has been a household pronouncement in Senegambia since I was few years old. But ask Youssou the taste of a piercing disappointment when he wrongly tried to run for office in Senegal. His has been a legacy of other people’s lifetime. Essa, yours is like two minutes—and very inorganic!

Youssou’s fame was intrinsic! Yours, as foisting as has been extrinsic, is just a phase in our nation’s sojourn. Youssou commands a natural talent humans love. But Essa, I never heard of your name before the TRRC. Despite Youssou’s popularity, he failed miserably to conquer the hearts of even a stadium’s capacity of Senegalese voters.

Please stay in your lane, Essa. But I won’t stress that. Why? Because I want you to form your own party so that your ill-gotten money would be swiftly wasted! If you think that you’re more popular than Ousainou Darboe or you’ve suffered more for Gambians, please go ahead and form your own party! I’d be patron, without flinching, to the show’s full seasons and episodes!

You don’t sound like a good critical thinker, Essa! Otherwise, you’d have waited a bit longer, like Sabally said. But Essa, with your dangled crumbs, you trespassed a family in Lamin, argued with them in their own house, and quickly spat in their face this rude statement, “I can buy you!”

You’d see this, perhaps, only in Africa. A tax payer’s servant telling the tax payer, “I can buy you!” What money and whose is it you’re cat-walking on Gambia’s impoverished runways, Essa—the same money that could have been used to purchase the unavailable basic supplies in our hospitals?

And now you want to go back to the same peasants you hurt, to tell them what? Oh, I Essa Imbecile Faal want your votes? Essa, I know so many Gambians you’ve hurt. You divided our country instead of “reconciling” it!

The only time I regretted not working for Yahya Jammeh was when Essa Faal was harassing Gambians on his showbiz! I wished I could find a way to be on TRRC, Essa. There, you’d have realized that, yes, Gambia has begotten sons that could easily rend your mind asunder!

There, you’d have seen that Gambia has raised sons that, hardened in childhood by blessed poverty, rehearsed calligraphy on sylvan paths and dales of Bafuloto, deep intellection on the banks of the Kembujae river, and cutting-edge caricature on the sandy pavements of canvas of Sanjally Bojang’s Brikama, Karamo Touray’s Friday words of musk, and above all, the ubiquitous providence of He who teaches by the pen; who teaches man that which he knew not!

How do you sleep at night, Essa, knowing fully that it is on the blood of murdered Gambians that you’re erecting a political railroad? Is that why killers like Alagie Kanyi, Korro’s murderers, Ballo Kanteh (who murdered our innocent soldiers in Farafeni) are glorified while victims’ families still have to, in the words of Omar Faye, “Suck it up”?

I write with abandon because I need no office or favor in the Gambia. And I’m not any journalist! I’m a disappointed Gambian in the country’s leadership! But it looks like we still have a petri-dish of opportunistic cultures in our midst, scheming to take us unawares! “Mukk!” Our grandparents would say! And “Nay!” the Dickens would put it!

I was told you’ve been allegedly paying media houses and individuals to sell your image. If this is true, please carry on. Here’s what I wrote to some media houses who quickly rose to jihad Momodou Sabally as soon as his write-up was posted:

The letter R in TRRC is for reconciliation. Tell me, where did Essa reconcile Gambians? In fact, there’s much hate and division today than Jammeh’s days. Essa cherry-picked witnesses, bribed some of them, and never allowed anyone who could better oppose him with facts. He threatened some of them psychologically. Remember when he told Imam Fatty, “Don’t you dare…” And why did he lie to Imam Fatty to sign something the Imam didn’t even know was a trick to appear at TRRC?

Those of you that Essa Faal bribes with ill-gotten money, go ahead and cheer him! But Gambians will never vote for Essa unless he apologizes for the division he created today! He trespassed a family in Lamin and told them, “I can buy you!” This is what arrogance and dirty money does. Our hospitals don’t have even gloves! But for cheap popularity, Essa dishes out money to media houses and individuals, thinking that such would make him popular!

Sabally is very right! Those of you who hate truth, please say all you want. If any of you really believe that you’re real men, please come to our radio for a talk about this! I’ll personally invite you for a free airtime and see how you can defend Essa Faal!

Gambia didn’t need TRRC. Gambia needed a real court to prosecute murderers. But look at how Essa left killers to concentrate on people he didn’t like as if TRRC was his father’s property. Why should Yankuba Touray be jailed, but Alagie Kanye walks free? Let’s stop this stupid hypocrisy if we want our country to prosper!