Monday, December 16, 2019

A farewell letter arrives on Paul Biya's desk

Mister President,

It is an honor for me to write this farewell letter to you. Surely you would like to ask me, motivated by the dictatorial instinct, who is going away? Or more directly why am I going? However, Mr. President, it is you who are going away. I had a deep feeling of this yesterday after reading the new law that you passed in the national assembly. 

Article 246: what a fine accomplishment Mr. President! It is the fruit of 37 years of fierce battle. By its adoption you have come to the end of your fight. Now the national ideal against which you have raised your policy has been eroded. The tribal conscience is legislated. Don't you feel proud of it? What a silly question! All your political career you have fought for this! So that tribalism is institutionalized. You have done everything to ensure that Cameroonian PEOPLES never come together around a single identity. This was your objective, it has been achieved; what are you waiting for to go away? Don't you want to rest after such hard work? 

Since, thanks to your ingenuity, there is no longer a Cameroonian nation it seems to me except to be mistaken that you no longer have the right to lead all the tribes. You are only one aboriginal. You must therefore urgently renounce the supreme magistracy to devote yourself to the village management of your region of origin or, much better, of your district of origin. This logic is essentially the daughter of the law that you have just adopted by acclamation by a group of parliamentary puppets. 

We have now better understood why you silently praised the last tragic events in Sangmelima. Perhaps at the next parliamentary session you will have another law passed which will give native people the right to life and death over foreigners. We have better understood why you approved the public release of the deputies from your "native" region who threatened the Bamileke community in very explicit terms. Mr. President, I am dying to know when it will also occur to you to urgently pass a law which will say in words that the payment of taxes must now be the responsibility of only indigenous people in each city, or better than everyone will have to pay their taxes in 2020 in the locality where they are indigenous.

You have caused a lot of anger lately by your absurd choices. But it is because as humans many Cameroonians (yes, despite everything they are) find it difficult to understand that their fellow man is inhabited by so much cruelty. My personal opinion is that you have been a necessary evil. Like the flames on Sodom and Ghomorre, you burned everything so that the new generation could rebuild something better. The consequences of your calamitous management will undoubtedly be the base of the next Cameroon. We will not however wipe the blood of your sword on the walls of collective memory, we will not throw into the rivers of oblivion the ashes of this national fabric burned by the languages ​​of your fire. We will keep all this for posterity; 

Mr. Speaker, your time is running out and that is why I opened this letter by saying goodbye to you. Only, puffed up with pride, your blindness prevents you from seeing that the iron hand with which you subjected the Cameroonians is today rusted and that it will very soon join the nauseating trash of history.  When the hour strikes you will be abandoned to your fate, including by those who still today break their backs to bend it too much for fear of displeasing you. When the hour comes you will want, as you so much wish, to go away like a demon: by destroying everything. But you will understand when it will be very late, when the fire on your match will go out by touching the pyre, that you had poured water into it while believing in gasoline. 

Sincerely Mr. President! What? I do not know. 

Kand Owalski

Journalist: Boris Bertolt