Wednesday, January 29, 2020

For the sake of Cameroon, king of Bamendjou 'cries'

I break down tears because this country is not the one I dreamed of by sacrificing a good part of my life....

The king of Bamendjou is very worried about our country. Aged 83, the dean of traditional chiefs from the Western region, made a new outing this morning on the networks entitled "Regression".

Let's read 

Regression. A people to build itself does not need good or bad trials, but rather hard-working, devoted, honest leaders who care about the people, love the country and a people aware of their duty. 

In this same country yesterday, people were arrested, tried and sentenced to death, some were even shot in public just because of their opinions. Whether we are reliving that 60 years later, Ernest Ouandji, Abel Kingué, Félix Roland Moumié would turn over in their graves. 

I break down tears because this country is not the one I dreamed of by sacrificing a good part of my life. But the question that comes back is that of knowing what was the use of all these endless trials, these shootings and assassinations that we knew in the past? Have we already healed these gaping wounds that we have been dragging since 1959 to open others today?

From 1959 to 2019, can we say that our country has really experienced a transformation? And all these deaths, these tortures and his unjust imprisonments which we carry on our conscience were used for what? Yesterday we had to fight to resist against the settler, today after the settler we will owe each other because of power and selfish interests 

. However, other peoples are conquering space and developing the sciences and techniques to control us tomorrow. Death sentence or unconditional release is nothing new in this country. But what is next? Will the suffering of the people be finally eradicated? 

I am convinced that only a sincere dialogue between Cameroonians will allow us to forgive ourselves, to reconcile with our dead, with ourselves and thus save this country for which many have shed their blood. We no longer continue to cover the fire with straw. 

Fo'o Sokoudjou Jean Philippe Rameau