Errance Mentale: when we believe it, we'll see it.

The Emperor's men had him cornered. The street fighter was outsmarted. All nooks and crannies sealed. The tough man raised his hand in abandon. "Mbombo na how we dei do am?" he queried. One of the Emperor's men grabbed his belt's buckle, his longest fingers almost touching his "bijou de famille". The savior of "sauveteurs" seems very relaxed in this unusual scenario. He seems to know something everyone else ignores or lacks the foresightedness to discern. Promptly another group of the Emperor's men, the dreaded type, appear as is the proclivity when it is to correct dissent against the Emperor. Yet, the unperturbed Hero of the oppressed watches lazily, almost bored. "We’ll take him" one of them announces. When they get to the station, he could tell some of them were impressed to see him. He felt that somehow they respected him, but like everyone else, they had more consideration for their careers. The Commander motioned e...

I didn't understand why anyone would be sexually attracted to someone from their own gender. I still don't. I don't know why I am heterosexual. I understand the Darwinian need for the propagation of the gene, hence reproduction. I get that, but as a male, why do I prefer women and not men? I don't know. There are smart and stupid people out there who have answers to our sexual urges and go further by prescribing norms our sexuality should conform to. As preposterous and bogus as those confinements may be, the traction, unbelievably, is on their side. I have lately been searching for answers as to why a man having intercourse with another man is wrong or harmful to me or society. Let's have a conversation on homosexuality. I'll go first and hope that I don't lose you along the way. I will use the term homosexual interchangeably with the term "Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender or LGBT." I apologize to anyone who may find this offensive. My pa...

Mungo River East Its legend was laid as the revered track of death All who had the (mis)fortune to go its way Go past the river Mungo especially they say Came back bruised, charred, mangled ready for earth. The very day the marriage was sealed struck tragedy The short path from Tiko had claimed its prize: all but one. Blinded, disillusioned, disoriented, she made it to the town. Still beautiful, desired, raped. For her pains no remedy. The trusted ruffian guide on her new religion burden, (Premised on justifying her agony and passivism) Lightly, gently deposes the new gadget: patriotism. Now she has all: fiction, peace (a neologism all modern). Naive elders posing as statesmen say the other demiurge, For whom thanksgiving for 3 generations is insufficient, Knows she doesn't need her sight: please purge the urge! Her progeny perplex and confuse all: not sight proficient?! Strange things happen to people east of the Mungo river. EEA 120613

Reflections of a bored Prince If there is one country on earth where the wishes of the people have continuously been frustrated, its hope constantly thwarted and submission completely conquered, it must be Cameroon.  In a move that may have  surprised a lot, but not close observers of this nation run like a private company, a recent Biyaism has surfaced, Senatorial elections. The news came as a surprise of course as is the proclivity with all agendas from the Presidency. Senatorial Elections will hold on April 14th. Never mind the threats from the SDF strongman, John Fru Ndi, and  feeble calls for boycott and other such attempts to stop the current process. Who are they kidding? This is Cameroon!  It is the place where the most passive and subservient people on earth live. There will be a senate come April 14th, and NOTHING will happen to stop that. The SDF cannot do anything, neither can anyone. I hope I am wrong... The announcement whic...

It all starts with alcohol Going back to Cameroon is an opportunity to see family members, old chums and relive one's nostalgic past. It is also true that such trips heighten a sense of accomplishment for a lot of Cameroonians as they are hailed as "bushfallers", a term that means they have the means to control a lot of situations that require financial intervention. Some rejoice in this new-found-glory that puts at their disposal albeit temporarily, alcohol, sex, power, in short, la dolce vita. Alcohol plays an important role in being Cameroonian, that is, for those who indulge in it or encourage others to, or do not discourage its consumption. If it stopped people from entering the kingdom of God, a lot of Cameroonians will be hovering around the gates of heaven waiting for a corrupt angel to bribe their way in. Alcohol will not be discussed today. Its sidekick that provides as much pleasure and promotes its consumption, footbal...

Dear Mr. Marafa Hamidou Yaya, It is with a heavy heart that I read about your sentencing to twenty five years in jail. I want to make it clear to you that my chagrin stems not from your proclaimed (by you) or perceived innocence but from the death of any form of justice and legal procedure in the country that both you and I love. If things were otherwise, Mr. Paul Biya would have been a defendant, if not a respondent in the travesty of a trial that sentenced you and Mr. Y. M. Fotso. I agree with you that Mr. Biya and the system he has perfected is the cancer of Cameroon and until he is removed and that system scraped from our country, we will NEVER emerge as a prosperous nation. My sympathy goes to you today and countless other Cameroonians who are victims of the whims and caprices of the owners of Cameroon's justice system. There are many men and women languishing in jail today for crimes that range from insulting a bigwig to questioning the President's authority. People...