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"Trial by Jury" by the Ebunjan Theatre Troupe

The Ebunjan Theatre Troupe Presents “Trial by Jury” A comic opera by Gilbert and Sullivan And Selected Poems by Lenrie Peters at a Theatre Dinner Fundraising Event In memory of the Late Dr. Lenrie Peters The Gambia’s renowned poet and surgeon. who was also a performing artist with a magnificent baritone voice         Date: Saturday 1st May 2010 at 8pm prompt Venue: Jerma Beach Hotel & Resort, Kololi                         Donation: D1, 000 per person (includes an...

The Dreams of Katchikali: The Challenge of a Gambian National Literature

By Dr Tijan Sallah             The question of a Gambian national literature, the search for a distinct narrative rooted in the sensibilities and rituals of a place, has been as illusive as the search for a Gambian national identity.   What does it mean to be a Gambian; to be part of a population of about one million; to be dependent on a groundnuts or peanut monocrop economy; to be geographically surrounded, except for the coastline, by Senegal; to be the confluence of some four major...

5th Conference of Afro-Asian Writers, 4-9 September, 1973, Alma-Ata, Kazakhstan, U. S. S. R.

ADDRESS FROM GAMBIA Presented by Lenrie Peters Mr. Chairman, Fellow writers, I bring you warm greetings from the people of the Gambia, and in particular from the Gambia Writers' Club. Our club, like our new independent state, is a young one which came into being with three aims in view: (a) To encourage Gambian writers by providing an outlet for other creations - we now run a quarterly Magazine. (b) To provide a forum for writers to exchange ideas through discussions, seminars,...

Peters, Lenrie (1932 - 2009)

We Have Come Home We have come home From the bloodless wars With sunken hearts Our booths full of pride- From the true massacre of the soul When we have asked ‘What does it cost To be loved and left alone’ We have come home Bringing the pledge Which is written in rainbow colours Across the sky-for burial But is not the time To lay wreaths For yesterday’s crimes, Night...