Salia Koroma: “Night’s For Sleep/But That’s Not To Be For Me”

Today’s Youtube upload deals with vigilance, watchfulness. And our accordionist, our poet, our very own Salia Koroma, is the watchman, the man in the watchtower, always called to alertness, always calling to alertness. Lucidity is his because he refuses to go to sleep.

The war from 1991 to 2000  is a sensitive period that will circumscribe our history well into the future, and what works of imagination do, marked as they are by the psychic trauma of something that lies outside our cultural ken, forged in the heat of that white-hot moment of the war, is call us to watchfulness.

Vigilance against the intellectual whores and their less sophisticated water carriers (as  water carriers are wont to be) who tell you that you’re bound to violence.

Vigilance against those who were implicated in the horror and would want to give a belated “explanation” to their inhumanity. But who can forget that they’re perhaps animated by other passions that can’t be called noble?

Vigilance against those who’d want to give to their sin the name of “error.” .


Salia Koroma Runs From The Wonde Society


I’ve just uploaded on YouTube the final instalment of Salia Koroma’s misadventures (adventures, if you insist), first, in Kono Country,  and then in Kpa-Mende Country. But isn’t every one of Salia’s adventures a detour into a country that is at once zany, mischievous and playful, adventures that are at one and the same time extravagantly candid and tender,  and cynical in their retelling?

Salia Says: “They’re A Forest Puff Adder Underfoot”


Konuwa, look about you!

Shun the one who doesn’t want you in leadership.

       -They’re a loaded gun you must step over as you go along;

      -They’re a forest puff adder underfoot that you must step over.

Chief Murray, dear friend, don’t you forget that.

Were it to clasp itself to you, there is tribulation for you.

Salia Koroma, Kpomuma Jekele (version sung to Chiefs Konuwa, Murray)