Friday, April 17, 2020

Reappearance of Paul Biya: Jean Pierre Bekolo speaks out his truths

Yesterday evening around 8:30 p.m., I heard a great clamor from my neighbors, as during football matches in which Cameroon is involved. I tell myself that's it we found the cure for the Coronavirus. I listen to know a little more, and I hear “He is alive!”, I tell myself first that it is the pastor of the nearby revival church who continues to preach despite the measures of the PM. Then someone chants “The Force of Experience!”. I understand that it was the president who reappeared… certainly with shock measures which will help the Cameroonians to fight against the Coronavirus, thus silencing all his detractors and especially his opponent Kamto who has created a fund against the pandemic and asked the President of the National Assembly to note the vacancy of power. Then I hear then “Speak again! Talk again! ”Here I tell myself that it is happening on the news, I put on the television and I understand that what makes people jubilant in my neighborhood is this image of the President of the Republic without mask who receives the French ambassador who wears a mask… after almost a month of disappearance from the public scene. I am attentively following the report of the national chain hoping that the Cameroonians will be entitled as in 2004 to “greetings from the ghost, especially in these times of anguish, but Charles Ndongo this time is not flin to ask him the question. This euphoria of Cameroonians puzzles me. I put on the television and I understand that what makes people jubilant in my neighborhood is this image of the President of the Republic without mask who receives the French ambassador who wears him a mask… after almost a month of disappearance of the public scene. I am attentively following the report of the national chain hoping that the Cameroonians will be entitled as in 2004 to “greetings from the ghost, especially in these times of anguish, but Charles Ndongo this time is not flin to ask him the question. This euphoria of Cameroonians puzzles me. I put on the television and I understand that what makes people jubilant in my neighborhood is this image of the President of the Republic without mask who receives the French ambassador who wears him a mask… after almost a month of disappearance of the public scene. I am attentively following the report of the national chain hoping that the Cameroonians will be entitled as in 2004 to “greetings from the ghost, especially in these times of anguish, but Charles Ndongo this time is not flin to ask him the question. This euphoria of Cameroonians puzzles me. but Charles Ndongo this time is not flin to ask him the question. This euphoria of Cameroonians puzzles me. but Charles Ndongo this time is not flin to ask him the question. This euphoria of Cameroonians puzzles me.

If I come back to this image where we Cameroonians see France again in France their president who has no message for them. A France which promises us help but which will first help itself first like all those who are used to helping us because the situation is serious everywhere and no definitive solution is yet on the horizon! At a time when many are protesting against this real or supposed project of vaccination of Africans to reduce the world population, at a time when we blacks in the USA seem to be the most affected by this epidemic, or when the Chinese are targeting Africans for an epidemic that started at home? How a simple image of France has become the medicine that treats us Cameroonians of this evil so deep that it calls into question our very survival as living beings on this earth. The JT is past, we went to bed and we woke up this morning as when the Indomitable Lions won, very proud of our victory.

Has the football model with supporters from two opposing camps become our democracy model, I mean how to manage things in the city? Last night Paul Biya scored a goal against Kamto, and what changes to support him? Just being able to say to the other camp “Achouka!” this insult of children who take malicious pleasure when the other is hurt? Are we going to remain these eternal children who, even during such a serious period, we will wait for the moment when we can say “Achouka!” to those who support the opposing camp? Achouka! Let’s go further in this idea of ​​taking pleasure in the pain of the other in this period where the whole planet has millions of people who are suffering, tens of thousands of dead, hundreds of thousands of bereaved families ... without our having a solution to save them or ease their pain. Achouka who? Achouka all of us!


Journalist: Tgv of info