Letter from Younde to Buea

Dear Mbella

I wonder why you went comatose again after we tied the knots in a deal of convenience to keep each other posted. Fence-sitting is one of the main character attributes of any Iscariot.

They play Pontius Pilate in any challenging situation and wait for things to play out so that they can identify themselves with the victors. Such Iagos would normally pass around as fathers of success, thereby distancing themselves from failure as a bastard.

I pooh-pooh those who remain mute, inert and largely speechless like victims of a stroke. It is a shame because it would just be natural for them to charge for battle, braying at the sinners who have sacrificed the future of many future generations on the altar of greed and self-aggrandisement.

Such oafs of avarice hardly do anything for the common good. They think and reason with their stomachs. Are they different from those Ngoa-Ekelle hand-clappers, whose constituencies, in which micro project funds are spent, is their ‘Kadiye’ stomachs?

Mola, it is on record that since the bloody April 6, during which Issa Adoum paid the ultimate price, the Khaki boys have clipped their tails and fastened them in between their legs as they enjoy the party with the ‘New Dealers’ in a brazen show of a primitive diarchy.

It did not surprise me that the gun-toting boys went amok because there was a grumbling, an uprising, or why not, an eruption in their stomachs. Once more, it was all stomach politics.

Despite the fact that many citizens are in such abject depravity, the boys came out only for themselves. It was a macabre for the entertainment and well being of the stomach. The common good can wait for how long I care.

Elsewhere, the Khaki boys have triggered legitimate change by fighting for the common good. But the knack here is unconditional loyalty to a soap-boxing “commander”-in-chief who takes care of their stomachs.

Mola, I am sorry I did not tell you about the conflict-ridden ‘Kwifoin’. The boys and girls of the ‘ngumba’ are at each other’s throat. If you refute claims that there is witch-hunting, then tell me why Tutu, that chap of fine and equal parts, has got no service car. You see, Mbella, the face you see in the protracted miasma is that of the big tenant of that house.

But no, the face you see is merely a mask while the person behind the mask is the scribe. Because of the ties of consanguinity with the summit, he is now drunk with power. He plugs his officious nose into every little thing in the ‘ngumba’ house. He is the super Minister that wants every other Minster to come to him on bended knees.

Otherwise, why is he the one managing the construction of the stadia, overseeing the construction of the Kribi “shallow” port? Why does he want to take food away from the Kwifoin town crier in this digital migration thing? He is also the one to oversee the palapala at FECAFOOT. So, how many heads does that individual have, Mola? The silver lining in the darkening firmament is that he can serve the State well by also lining his pocket. That is the norm here, Sir!

That is why I do not care a damn about all those are trying to take hypocrisy to the high heavens. But it is clear that you cannot do a bad project continuously for three years and expect to have different results.

It is preposterous that the “legacy hunters” and the materialistic narcissists are telling the Master of the board that he is well dressed, when he is indeed naked. They are also telling him in ranting doxologies that he will never die politically, till a thousand years go by.

Let him hearken to the reality by listening to the beautiful anthem that was composed for “Mubutu” to the effect that he will never die. But when time came, he bowed to the ultimate, in all ignominy and checked out like a dog.

My greetings to Enangs

Yours sincerely

Ngwa