Khabib Abdallah

Masks and Mirrors

– The Face We Show, the Truth We Hide – They say black is gold. Black don’t crack. I never doubted that pride — it is woven into our history, our resilience, and our heritage. But pride becomes a hollow shield when our actions fail to reflect it. Samba was bullied into silence — notContinue reading “Masks and Mirrors”

For Mamá. 🖤

Watching my mother’s feet as she danced bachata in our living room. One two three, one two three. I was maybe 8 years old. All I wanted was to dance with her. Unfortunately, I was a terrible dancer. I spent months looking down at her feet, trying to imitate her. I guess that’s how IContinue reading “For Mamá. 🖤”

GREED – A FATAL DESIRE.

By Abdallah Khabib Jallow I had a strange dream. I was walking through a golden temple, beneath a dome of glass. And through chambers of splendor, filled with so many objects that the heart so desires. I saw miracles of human skill and artistry. And flawless beings who seemingly lacked nothing. But it appeared theyContinue reading “GREED – A FATAL DESIRE.”

Why I Still Stand with Bafana, Even When It Hurts

The messages keep coming. “How can you support South Africa after what they do to our people?” “They kill our brothers and sisters, and you cheer for their team?” “Are you not ashamed?” I understand the anger. I respect it. I share it. Yes, South Africa has a painful history of xenophobic attacks on fellowContinue reading “Why I Still Stand with Bafana, Even When It Hurts”

Four Minutes in Soma: The Sancho Chronicles.

Monday in Soma. Hot. Dusty. The kind of afternoon that drains you before kickoff. Elite United traveled to face Suwokono FC — and for most of the game, it looked like a routine victory waiting to happen. Captain Babucarr Charty had given them everything—a brace, one in each half. Two goals. Three points. A quietContinue reading “Four Minutes in Soma: The Sancho Chronicles.”

My Unexpected Debate with the Kemet Community: A Journey From Confrontation to Clarity

By Abdallah Khabib Jallow Introduction: How It All Began It was an ordinary evening scrolling through TikTok when I accidentally stumbled into a live stream that would spark days of intense debate and deep reflection. The host identified as part of the “Gambian Kemet community”—people who follow a modern reconstruction of ancient Egyptian spirituality. IContinue reading “My Unexpected Debate with the Kemet Community: A Journey From Confrontation to Clarity”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚’𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬

By Abdallah Khabib Jallow When Hamas militants crossed into Israeli territory on October 7, killing and capturing civilians, Israel launched a military campaign in response. America supported it unequivocally. More than 85,000 Palestinians—mostly innocent civilians—have since been killed. When Iran recently launched a retaliatory strike against American and Israeli targets—a response to the bombing ofContinue reading “𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚’𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬”

𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐚

The capture of Nicolás Maduro is being packaged as a triumph—a decisive blow struck by the strong against the defiant. Yet to those who have watched the long arc of American intervention, this moment feels less like an end and more like a familiar, tragic prologue. The Trump administration’s sanctions and the operation against MaduroContinue reading “𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐚”

The Coin Toss That Started It All: How a Quiet Afternoon in Kerr Jatta Wrote Gambian Football History

KERR JATTA, NORTH BANK REGION – The air at the North Star Academy Complex didn’t just feel different on Friday afternoon—it sounded different. There was a new hum beneath the familiar rustle of the trees, a collective inhale from hundreds of proud locals who had come not just to watch a football match, but toContinue reading “The Coin Toss That Started It All: How a Quiet Afternoon in Kerr Jatta Wrote Gambian Football History”

FROM WHERE I STAND — ROY SAWH

Roy Sawh arrives in London, mobilises against racism in Moscow Chapter Three And so on a misty March Sunday in 1958 Roy Sawh arrived in Britain with the wonderful knowledge that he had come to “do well”, and would soon return to Guyana a rich man and relieve his mother once and for all ofContinue reading “FROM WHERE I STAND — ROY SAWH”