Don’t wait until it’s too little too late

The Slog quantifies the insights he got from moving to Gambia, and explains why it really did change his life

I didn’t really come to The Gambia to discover some form or set of metaphysical insights. It just is one of those places where hard evidence lands on your head with some degree of force – perhaps more like Shell Shock than Culture Shock.

It’s not as if I was all wide-eyed, Meryl Streep and Peace Camp about Africa in general: from the mid-nineties onward, my second wife (a keen naturalist) persuaded me to go on a Safari at the northern end of SA, and from the first morning Jeep drive, I was hooked. Various visits to Botswana, Namibia and Malawi swiftly followed, and then having done Whale safari off the Eyre Peninsular (and River Crocs in Australia), we ventured further north over the Dark Continent to Egypt, Mali, Cote D’Ivoire and (briefly) Nigeria.

During the 2019-22 period in France, there was clearly a democratic/liberty problem created by the election of banker Emmanuel Macron via a gigantic Rothschild Bank slush fund and its disturbing influence on French MSM titles. Such ensured that, from 2017 onwards, the street-sold magazine media featured Macron and his directrice wife almost every day for a period of some eight months.

Covid19 changed everything. The pressure to conform and get jabbed [‘tous unifie contre le virus’] lost me many friends….but did act as a wheat-from-the-chaf lever in that first, it very rapidly drew a black marker pen line between friends and acquaintances; second, it severely damaged my assessment of sous-classe English emigres in France; and above all, made clear for anyone with a functioning brain that President Macron is a narcissistic wannabe Louis XIV dictator engaged in a process designed to hoodwink, frighten (and control the mobility of) an entire nation. He is a banker first and last: hold that thought.

When Macron complained that ”your cries for liberty are my millstone”, began driving around atop a tank and discussing the viability of mandatory vaccination, I decided enough was enough. I arrived in Gambia in June 2022, having been cheated and robbed during the departure process to the tune of white goods, a car – and then appalled to witness both the notaire and the police turning blind eyes to everything. It cost me 27K euros to leave the eurozone, but it was worth every penny.

Below I make five points about how and why putting roots down in Gambia has been the most life-changing experience of my seventy-five years on the planet.

1. For the first time ever, I’ve been a tiny minority in that I’m pink as opposed to dark brown, and unfeasibly rich as opposed to dirt poor. This is a dangerous combo [ie, one is a target for scammers, and the price of something for a white man is often at least 70% higher than that for an indigenous negro] but it seeps into one’s unconscious mind and teaches a European what it’s like to be – for some of the locals – an object of exploitation and/or envy.
2. While The Gambia is an overwhelmingly Islamic republic, the lack of either religious or tribal strife is a fascinating thing to behold. Because the country has no vital minerals and, all in all, nothing worth bombing it for, there is no Hamas, Mossad, PLO, Netanyahu, Jihadist, Zelenskyy or CIA extremism with which to contend. Gambians are by nature easy-going and quite astonishingly cheerful despite being the victims of indifferent government.
3. The downside of this is that the culture is very much one of compliance rather than complaint. In effect, the political culture is neoliberal socio-economically, primarily because – in the best traditions of Africa – it has an unutterably corrupt Assembly and Civil Service. As such, it offers the Westerner a valuable peek into the future: that is to say, Gambia is further down the dead-end cul de sac of banker/greedy monopolism than (for example) the US, Britain or France, and so the long-term impoverishment of the People is on far more of a knife-edge.
4. The Gambian economy has no home-grown sectors that can export: like Britain, it is massively overdependent on one sector (for UK financial services read Gambian hospitality tourism) and so if there’s any more nonsense upcoming about travel controls based on jabs or climate change, whereas Britain might catch a cold, The Gambia will be struck down by pneumonia. However, as Gambia is a 98.7% cash economy, the larger banks in the region have a more or less free hand to test and trial digi-dystopian tracking systems to produce easy compliance with 2-step authentication….and effectively knock out the Forex sector here with dilasi-only current accounts alongside huge fees to dissuade people from having foreign currency accounts. (Some of you will have witnessed my draining, tedious fight with Wise bank – but in the end they have had to relent and give me the money I was owed).
5. Again, all this [albeit on a very small scale] gives one a terrifying but productive glimpse of what the real NWO goal is: when I came here 18 months ago, the aim was to get most capital out of non-mutual banks as soon as possible and invest the money in loans and assets to give me a reliable income without usury. By and large, I have been able to achieve this, but banks got in the way every time – becoming obstructive, truculent and then just plain silly if at any time they lost control of any transaction at any time. Because there are fewer legal obstacles in its way in The Gambia, banking arrogance is further along the road to digitalised dystopia. It’s that reality that led me to believe the are two key prongs in New World Orderism – Distraction and Disguise – breaking down essentially into military/kill Evil rationales for the former, and digital health/climate regulations for the latter.

So one big insight to come out of the regular travails of this learning curve was that, for instance, wars are more dramatic than slowly-slowly changes in bank regulations towards mandatory digital IDs. How ironic it is that those same banksters who screamed for deregulation in the 1980s now use regulation of us as the excuse for ignoring any and all customer needs. In a cash economy, banking is an entirely peripheral activity for almost 90% of the population: the fastest way to build a large space around yourself in a bar here is to witter on about banks as the spearhead for global totalitarian control.

By contrast, rather more indigenous Gambians are ill at ease about the Orwellian ‘permanent war’ being created (behind a curtain) by the Western secret States. If you trace every potential war zone with arrows connecting alliances from Kyiv to Niger, the unelected State’s various nihilistic adventures are well on the way to creating a remake of 1914. But even these conflicts employ tub-thumping quasi-racist lies to demonise Putin, Palestinians, and those trying to replace Bazuma, the CIA stooge in Niger.

Last but very far from least, the only blindingly obvious way to stop superpower banks and their allies in surveillance, property development and pharmaceuticals is a flat refusal to cooperate. Gambia has given me a test-bed to see what the effect of being awkward, a bloody nuisance and weaponising social media to fight injustice and corruption among the gargoyles can be.

So far, my journey has included

• Stolen luggage on arrival
• Lies about my accommodation from Trip Advisor
• Attempted bank fraud in Brufut
• Hospitality overcharging in Fajara
• Embezzlement/blackmail back in Brufut*
• Attempted vehicle fraud in Kololi
• Abuse of property contract in Serrakunda
• Musical instrument overcharging
• Attempted fraud in banking transfers

At every stage I got the usual glib ”cut your losses and move on”; but down that road lies unopposed compliance with every last stunt the digital wealth-thieves want to pull. ”The money’s gone, you’ll never see it again” has however been disproved in all but one* of the episodes listed above. OK, it took guile, research and determination to do it, but no ‘courage’ was required at any stage. Whatever the naysayers may insist, ‘Don’t Comply, Complain’ does work. [*The exception was a young lady of some means and a cute bum: I still regard the case as open.]

All one needs is a strong case, access to social media and refusing to budge.

Like most sensible people, I’m anxious about the current war-fest, because I know how quickly those pulling the strings can get them tangled round their throats.

But I really doubt that we can do anything to stop the que sera, sera principle during distraction: the only real game in town is that of fighting against banking and big business injustice disguised as progress.