Dear Talib,
There are moments in a man’s life when ambition and destiny collide, and it is in those moments that history is either made or broken.
Today, you stand at such a crossroad. You are young, gifted, admired, and spoken of with reverence across The Gambia. In the homes of ordinary people, your name inspires hope. In the eyes of the youth, you are a symbol of what renewal can look like. Among your elders, you are regarded as the promise of continuity.
But my brother, with all of this admiration comes a truth that you must embrace: in politics, timing is everything. Greatness is never rushed; it is cultivated. The seed of leadership does not bloom by force, it matures in season.
If you were to leave the UDP now, to turn your back on the family and the soil that nurtured you, and attempt to form your own party, you would not only wound your own legacy, you would wound the very people who see in you a future. For the masses who admire you would ask: “If Talib could abandon the very platform that raised him, how can he stand with us in our hour of need?”
Such a decision, though it may seem bold, would rebrand you forever. You would not be remembered as the young lion of UDP who rose through patience and loyalty, but as one who was consumed by premature ambition. And once that trust is lost, Talib, it may never return.
Do not pay attention to the noise, for they too have their own agenda. Allow yourself a moment of introspection. Consult your mother and brothers, speak to your spouse and close friends not necessarily political affiliates. In politics they say, there are no permanent friends or enemies. Those who urge you on today, will turn their backs on you for political gains if the moment arises; they are politicians.
Think of the path you have already built, brick by brick, patiently, honorably. You are not just a politician; you are a symbol. And symbols live longer than parties.
Gambians see in you a leader for tomorrow, not a spoiler for today. If you fracture the opposition by walking away, the only victor will be the incumbent. History may one day judge you for it.
My dear brother, let the lesson of time be your guide. Nelson Mandela waited 27 years before destiny opened the gates for him. Even in our own land, our elders have shown us that patience is not weakness, it is the highest form of strength.
Your time will come, and when it does, it will come not by tearing down the house that sheltered you, but by standing firm within it until the people themselves call your name.
So I beg you, Talib, as a comrade, as a brother, and as a fellow servant of our beloved Gambia: do not make this mistake. Do not let ambition steal from you the destiny that only patience can secure. Stand, wait, consolidate, and strengthen your gains. For when the time is right, no one, no power, no structure, can stop your rise.
History is watching. The people are watching. And so is destiny.
In comradeship and hope,
Melville Robertson Roberts (MRR.)
