A poem about memory, identity, and the quiet fear of forgetting where we come from. Through the language of a Graphic Designer, Script Writer and a Poet, it asks what we'd restore if life came with an UNDO button.
I come from a country where culture doesn't live in books. It lives in the woman selling vegetable before sunrise. In the old man who still greets strangers like they've known…
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I was given five random words and challenged to turn them into a poem. At first, they seemed impossible to connect, but sometimes the best ideas come from the hardest challenges. Here's what I created.
Hannah Jagne · 6 Aug 2026 · 1 min · 13 reads
In the vivid mosaic of Gambian society, where Wolof, Mandinka, Fula, and Jola are spoken, the term “depression” finds no direct translation. The absence of a word, however, does not denote the absence of the affliction. Our cultural narrative has historically painted human suffering with a broad spiritual brush — linking emotional turmoil to divine will or viewing it through a lens of fate and retribution.
Ismail Badjie · 18 Aug 2026 · 8 min · 9 reads
So let me be precise about what the number actually means. It does not mean 18,049 young people learned nothing in twelve years. Many passed subjects. Many passed several. What they did not do is pass one specific combination. That is a filter. It was never a measurement of a human being's worth, and we have to stop letting it function as one.
Ismail Badjie · 12 Aug 2026 · 5 min · 7 reads