Some believe wisdom to be great understanding and insight as measureless as the number of sand grains in the Sahara Desert. I ascribe that decisions we make become yardsticks of our wisdom. The effect may take years but our wisdom surfaces. Was my choice to earn right to Western education a curse or wise one that in the end would meet the approval of the villagers? George Bernard Shaw said, “When all men think alike none is wise.” Samuel Smiles sums it best for me when he said of wisdom, “We learn wisdom from failure much more than from success. We often discover what will do, by finding out what will not do, and probably he who never made a mistake, never made a discovery.” My father never allowed purse Western Education nor start schooling in my fledgling days. I grabbed the bull’s horns and enrolling at Kinte Kunda Primary in 1953. Was this a wise decision given the data my father and villagers had? I hope you will agree with me after reading this book. Many villagers, in the 1950s, asked my father what wisdom was there in my going to school. They were at the time not an ignorant bunch but would not believe or perceive today’s reward from my having been to school. It was difficult for them, my father’s peers, to envision, in those days, that I, a village son, could become a doctor or the creation of Manding medical Centre and linking of Alpena with Njawara and Kinte Kunda villages or getting Colchester, Essex County in the UK, to be in rewarding bond of friendship with Gambian villages. Having so stated does not mean that the villager in their reticence cannot think ahead. The examples and practices of those who went to Western schools before me left villagers hesitant and disturbed and distrustful of a school system that disregards them and leaves them choice-less. Hence, the villagers had to refrain from sending their children to schools. The villager distrusted colonialists and never wanted their progeny to associate with the vestiges of colonialism or imperialism as manifested by those who govern them unlawfully. The African proverb, It takes a village to raise a child, supports the above view. The wisdom of good parents and community is the ability to pass culture, tradition, commitment, responsibility, and above all faith onto new generations. Hence, the dictum that a village raises a child in our region’s tradition is right. This joint effort rewards new generations of farmers and villagers while it maintains kinship. It continues identity, cohesion, tradition and history of the villager. Despite all the painful experience I ran through in life, I still deeply believe in my convictions and will do whatever needed correction strong enough to hold me committed to provision of medical aid to the villager regardless of how short my life may turn out. I write to raise funds for building of Njawara village hospital.