positive scribbles

SHE, MILES APART

You know what I feel lately, that I don’t have a part in your life again. It’s like a piece of cherished  furniture kept in a special corner of the house.

(c) Kris C.

But you see, that doesn’t work well for me.

I understand you’re busy, and believe me, I do. Currently negotiating the route not to get into burn out street. Lol, so trust me, I know work pressure. I can’t fathom yours, so I don’t pretend to be in your shoes.

But hey, there’s life apart from that. And if I’m part of it, there’s some due for me.

Who am I to you? I understand I’m not priority to you. That’s not bad. But being very low on the ladder hurts to know. You could prioritise work, and be bent on following it to to the letter, but I think you’re overpushing it. I am patient and understanding and you’re abusing it.

I ask that you communicate well before you act. That’s not so big a request. That’s just about me being part of your life. I’ve not even touched the area of you being part of my life. Do you know what my life is today? What my joys are, what my struggles are? What my aspirations are?

We’re supposed to be living our lives together, despite the distance, trying to bridge the gap, make it work. Are we? Can we honestly say we are?.

I honestly an not comfortable living like this. It wears me out emotionally.

And I try not to react the way you act. Sometimes I just can’t help it. I want you to know I’m around when you wake up, so I’ll try to wish you a good morning. I want you to simulate my being close to you throughout the day,  so I wish you a blissful day and check in when possible to see how far. I want you to think of me when going to bed, so I’d wish you a blissful night.

And then when that cycle breaks because of a reason or the other, for a lengthy period of time, imbalance sets in. This thing is about commitment. Not about ability or wish. It’s a choice.

And to say I watch, and wait, and check if you’re online, seen my chat or replied it. Yes. You see it. You view my status, but put the reply for later. Sometimes the next day.

And when Next or when later, you expect it to be same. What happened? I just wonder how long it takes to say good morning; Or good night.

Or that if really you cared, you’d be so busy as to forget to ask how I am whereas you’re visible online. I don’t think it takes so much time.

But I understand. It’s about priority. It’s about choice. So I have a question.

Do you see a future of us together? Or when do you intend to look into that future and tell me what you see?

I’ve been waiting for you to bring it to the table, but you’re very busy with other important stuff these days. I understand.

But last, was January. Then June, and now it’s August. It may soon be October and then December and then 2019 is off. So please, tell me here and now, today. No later pls.😔

Open Letter to the Fathers of the Church in Cameroon

Open letter to the Fathers of the church in Cameroon

Dear Fathers,

My heart is smelting. “A nation can never be better than the state of the church within it”. There’s every truth in this statement my father, Bishop Chris, always makes. There’s every truth in it as you seem to mirror the hermit, entombing your heads in the pools of our blood while you chant “Hallelujah”; “Peace be Still”, to hungry hordes of weary souls looking forward to even one man standing in the gap.

I can recall one man who stood in the gap for those He loved, those He’d made. That person sacrificed His son, and sure bore pain when He saw His only and beloved nailed to the cross and had to forsake Him when He became sin. God did it because He had to sacrifice that in order to save mankind. I am cognizant in my spirit of Jesus who sacrificed it all. He lost His earthly life, was treated of all names and scourged with all scourging; had to bear the forsaking of His Father because He had to do what He had to do to save mankind.

In a contemporary case, I can recall the church in the Democratic Republic of Congo, who lost its members, saw some arrested and wounded, saw its buildings destroyed and its name tarnished, because it decided to cry out for the respect of the agreed canons of the people, in order to save their nation.

I’d also want to recall tomorrow how my fathers stood in the gap for Cameroon. We are dying. We are wallowing in misery. As days go by, our present and future are being minced. We have fathers. But, where are they? Why don’t they wake up? Why don’t they stand? Why don’t they SPEAK AS ONE MAN for the safety of Cameroon? Why don’t they carry the nation on their shoulders and be that light Jesus said we ought to be in the nation?

We have Fathers who got hordes of children west of the Mungo. You have a voice. Make it heard. I think of our fathers of The Apostolic Church in Cameroon; and of the Presbyterian Church in Cameroon; and of the Cameroon Baptist Convention; and of the Full Gospel Mission; and of the Catholic Church; and of the Christian Missionary Fellowship International; and of the Council of Protestant Churches endorsing the several charismatic Churches we have today. And what about those also east of the Mungo, the EEC, the EPC, the UEEC, the UEBC, the EELC, the EFLC, the MEEC, and the list continues. Are you not our fathers?

Crying woman, pain and grief concept, flag of Cameroon

I am making this statement because I have been so wearied in reflection that I too must unseal my lips. I have been so tanned by tears because I feel we have been forsaken. Cameroon needs fathers. Cameroon has got fathers, only they are maybe still to wake up to their responsibility as fathers.

The church has a prophetic voice. Where is that of the church in Cameroon? If it be not true, why do you give the impression that you have traded your voices for handshakes and contact numbers? Should that be your crown as the light of Cameroon and the salt of this land? Is that the kind of city on a hill you want the world – us – to see?

Stand for the truth – PAY THE PRICE. Jesus did. You are His followers. What can they do to you? Arrest you? Kill you? Defame your name? Soil your ministry? Close your church? Vandalise its buildings? Beat you? Scourge you? Attack your family? Please tell me, what really can/would they do to you that will be news? Is that what you fear? Didn’t your and my Jesus say that we shouldn’t fear those who kill the body but cannot the soul? Was He ignorant in saying that? I doubt. He sure knew there would be those who will kill the body, but He tells you it should matter not.

When will we stop the sermons, ecumenical or not; when will we stop the prophecies, inspired or not; and be true WATCHMEN of the city – Cameroon – in which God has placed us? Are you afraid you will no more be called to preside over them ecumenical services; that you’d enter their bad books? For crying out loud, what is really holding you back?

Fear? Spinelessness? Is that the spirit God gave you? Isn’t it a spirit of love, power and self-control His Word confirms He gave you?

Where is your love for the nation; for the people, when corpses increasingly litter our streets? Where is your power when you seem to cringe under the shadow of your seeming comfort? Where is your self-control when you won’t put aside your denominational cloaks and act like the BODY OF CHRIST that you are?

I know I may be wrong in all what I say, and I truly pray that I am. I pray this simply be my wits playing me turns and not reality. I pray your fatherhood to this nation has not been emasculated. I pray your fatherhood over Cameroon doesn’t end on our pulpits. I pray that like Jesus, after praying in Gethsemane, you will descend the mountain and go to the cross for your mankind – Cameroon.

Yes, get off the pulpits. Rally as ONE MAN. Speak to the political authority as ONE MAN. You may be arrested, yes; beaten, yes; killed, yes; whatsoever, yes. But then, you’d have stood up for the truth, the way and the life you stand for as Christians; for the ideals of a sane land the Bible does preach when it calls on righteousness to flood our streets. These may be sham ways out – forgive my utterances if they offend. You sure know better. Do something.

Even if nothing happens afterward, you’d have stood up for the people as ONE MAN.

You’d have been the VOICE; Our voice!

Is it so difficult or complicated? Just give it a try. Write a memo, like I’ve done to you. Condemn what’s condemnable; propose solutions to what’s arrangeable. Bring them to the table – show them The Way to peace.

If nothing avails, rise as ONE MAN. Get down, hand in hand to the gates of Etoudi. Ask to speak to its occupant. Tell him you have seen enough blood spilled. Give him your pathway to get out of this logjam situation. Confront him publicly with a good way out, so much so that he’ll be too ashamed to publicly turn it down while claiming he is working it out. Please, I beseech you, do something. Don’t sit down with folded arms. Sow that seed!

You are watchmen of the nation. Stop doing such disservice to our land. For how long will this continue? For how long?

Arise my fathers. This nation is miserably and expectantly groaning, earnestly longing after its fathers; its watchmen to take up their position at the gates of the city.

RISE UP; SPEAK UP!

 

Yours tearfully,

Lysa.

Finale

I wonder what I’d do,
if I knew that I had to die
I’d surely write poem
wherein I’d tell ppl goodbye,

I think within the tension
it’d be easy to be inspired
when it all turns to vanity
as life’s about to be retired,

I’d probably gaze around
and see the fear in ppls faces
as they think bout how God,
is going to judge their cases,

I hope the pain is ephemeral
sometimes death can be so dramatic
will any of us survive,
or will it all be so tragic?

I can hear the angels dancing
as I make my final prayer
with the sound of an explosion
I return home, to my maker.

~ D.E.B ~

ETERNAL LIFE!

Tis a guileless memo, to all who say they’re Christ’s.

The question comes, where will I go; will it be paradise?

For God so loved the world He gave His only darling Son,

So all believers would not mourn but always see the dawn.

 

Some say it is the blissful place whose streets are made of gold

The place where rays are always beaming, nothing there to mould

Some think it is the long-lost Eden guarded by cherubims

Where pastures will be evergreen; no sons of Anakim

 

I want to believe that would be true, but then I have a cue

His Son Himself gave us the clue and that, my friend, is true

Heaven and earth will pass away, it will, yes, heaven will

That means my paradise of gold can’t be Father’s final will

 

That we may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom You sent.

Now this is eternal life; life everlasting; that can never ever be bent.

That’s life eternal dear friends, by Jove, that’s Father’s will for us,

That we may know Him and know our Brother, nothing there to fuss!

 

 

Sadly so, it seems if the equation of heaven and hell is removed, many who are Christians today won’t be counted in the fold. Truth is, eternal life is not to go to heaven; Eternal life is to know God. Heaven in not our eternity; God is!

John 03:16 – For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

Matthew 24:35 – Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.

John 17:3 – Now this is eternal life: that they know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.

MY GEM

Sweet mama, I wish I could tag you here
For all to know I love you without fear
I’d want your heart to smile, never a tear
Cuz above all I see or don’t, you brought me here

To God, on earth, you’ve been my solid rock
Been the one who took the darts, taught me how to handle fork

Helped me up, been no falling
Kept my feet , beeb no trippling
Pulled my ear so I heed your calls
Did everything so I wouldn’t fall.
And when I did, your heart washed me clean, threw the water
And by all, you drew me closer.

You’ve been on knees so I get higher
You’ve lived on pennies, so I get richer
You’ve cut your manna, so I get wiser
Oh mama, to God, I wish for no other

Been praying for me, been fighting for me
Been bringing all angels, sending demons flee
Been the one who made me know
Been the life on which I plow
Been the one who helps me flow
Been the lens through which I glow

Been the one who makes me grow
To God, mama, for you I’d sow.
Any fiend who dares, I sure would blow
Cross my heart mama, to God, I know
That tomorrow we both will surely soar

As candles come and each you blow
Brighter than its light mama, you’ll glow.

#motherisgold

#mymothermygem

I KNOW THE FEEL…

I know the feel of dust on my hair, body and even nostrils

I know the feel of mud stuck under my shoes and mud drizzles staining my white.

I know the feel of exhaust pipe burns on skin

So please, if you see me in a car, mind your comments

 

I know the feel of eating mbonga not out of choice

I know the feel of crayfish rice when decimal days are at their worst

I know what it means to say garri has saved more lives after Christ

So please, when you see me offering myself a treat, mind your comments

 

I know the feel of trekking over miles to hear ABC

I know the feel of nights in candles to learn ABC

I know the feel of being driven out of class at mid-term cuz of currency

So please, if you see me celebrating myself, mind your comments

 

I know the feel of receiving 25frs/day and “fasting” to save 10frs for the next

I know the feel of how “Alaska” brings one joy under the sun

I know the feel of a true friend when one’s got 1/25 textbooks

So please mind your comments when you see me value them.

 

I know the feel of waking up at 4a.m. to fry scotched eggs

I know the feel of sleeping past midnight because it’s been a tedious day

So please mind your comments when you see me wake at 8a.m.

 

I know the feel of praying and hoping all sales will come out good

I know the feel of looking forward to Christmas with no new dress in view

So please mind your comments if you see my wardrobe “full”.

 

I know the feel of pride in plenty decimal days

I know the feel of pride in really sunny days

BUSH WOMAN

Don’t ask me why but I can tell a lie
I choose not to because it’s easier to fry
It’s simpler to pound the yams and fix the mound
Than mend the frown that takes fed-up men to the ground

No space for pancakes on my face
No time to spend gazing at who I am
I can’t go peeling off the glow he gave as skin
And claim I do Him service by looking now like a rainbow

No need for claws on my fingers
To do engravings like witch Samadora
But sure I can rub him smooth and soft
And free the hands that cuddle nature

No need for extensions on my crown
Well you sure know I’ve a forest to my own
It’s thick and heavy and yes is bliss
It’s gold to those who know what it’s worth

That loin that goes far beyond, it’s bliss
I can run and skip in it, yes, even blink to let in the seed
I can take it turns and never let him beg
I can carry and let the seed blossom, it’s my joy to do it, to see us many

I don’t think you need to see the lines up and back
Even if he wants, he’ll sure not see it so
I’m all covered and yes, I’m glad I am
Whether I stay at home, my office or the farm

I don’t think I need to squirch on 6 inches heels
Do I really need to sign a blank cheque for such a sprain?
Well, maybe my floor has no tiles or cement though I walk bare
And maybe I don’t need those to stand tall and face him square

It’s good, no offense, it’s good to look good
It’s bad to say you’ll fix you cuz He who made you made you wrong
It’s right to go clean or high and no one says oth
It’s bad to say you know it all when someone isn’t you
It’s good to go buzzy and trendy and chick
It’s mean and shallow to think that’s all there is to life

No need to look like a borrowed maze
Where you find yourself looking for yourself
Oh You took yourself to and lost yourself in that maze
For fear you’d be called a bush woman

But hey, a bush woman I’m proud to be
I’m not swinging high or rotting low
I’m simply who and what He made; I glow
More than anything in the world, I’m proud to be me.

JUDGE

It’s not because you bathe twice or thrice a day that you’re cleaner than one who bathes once a day. Some people’s nostrils rarely see water in a month or two unless when they have a “running nose”.

It’s not because you spend 2hrs bathing that you come out cleaner from the bathroom. Some people have used over 40l of water day in day out, but parts of their backs end up crying foul like the Amba people in +237.

It’s not because you wear a suit that you’re most sophisticated compared to one who wears a T-shirt. Trust me,  if you look at their shirt collars, you may decide never to sit behind one during a seminar.

It’s not because you walk “clean” that you actually are. Believe me,  most junkies out there are in their Christmas wears all the time.

With all due respect, it’s not because you are adorned with high religious titles that you have a living relationship with our Heavenly Father.

It’s also not because you have all the academic grades and titles that you’re necessarily an erudite in the domain. Else ask my people and they’ll tell you the technological mystery of 32/500.

Should I continue…

What am I trying to say?  Do not judge a book by its cover.

This statement means you gotta judge.
Simple.

But how?

With righteous judgement, JESUS says.
Judge righteously. Do not judge by mere appearances.

Look deeper,  farther than what the cover shows.

Most good books are rarely discovered on the cover. We don’t do that with books. Why do we want to comfortably do so with fellow humans.

So yes, I won’t say don’t judge, as is the maxim out in our confused world today.

Rather, I’d say JUDGE
And please, it’s not my gospel. It is the B.I.B.L.E.

Jesus said the measure you judge with,  with that you’d be judged also.
His caution of “do not judge” as interpreted mostly today, is for those who fear for skeletons to be seen in their cupboards.

When Jesus speaks in Matthew 7:1-5, He says when you want to judge, make sure you have taken out the speck out in your own eye first, before you claim you can comfortably see that which is in your brother’s.  Else, you’ll be a hypocrite. In essence, Jesus wasn’t about judging in this portion. He was about HYPOCRISY. 

Well,  maybe it’s time we stop taking His words out of context to suit our personal whims and caprices.

If you see unrighteousness and do not judge righteously, then certainly you are guilty of same and thus fear being judged likewise.

Key is,  just as we say out here “he who comes to equity must come with clean hands”.

Likewise, you going out to judge righteously must be doing so with clean hands,  with a clean heart. Not judging to shame the person,  or unto condemnation or pride,  but unto love,  compassion and repentance so we all revel in the same grace of God for mankind.

Mind you,  we all were/are sinners.  Christ didn’t come so we die in condemnation. No. He came so we look at ourselves through Him,  see our sins forgiven and die through Him,  and see our new selves resurrected in Him.
That,  was unto righteousness.

So brothers and sisters, let’s get into this mire of a world and bring in God’s righteousness, in love and compassion.  Not forgetting that “he who comes to equity. ..”.

And go ye out,  boldly, not to judge the book by its cover,  but in all righteousness, with the love of God in our hearts, lips and hands.

Shalom.

How Annabella was killed

Annabella from her earliest years was set to be a priceless pearl

She took her ink and paper well and made it spill to her brain so dear

She made it work and earn her pay and papa saw his gem so rare

Just live her dream and spread her flair until from her was snuffed the air

 

And while she meant to take her flight, the cuckoo missed his way

He zapped his life and mortgaged hers and lo, it was no play

And lying there, Annabella looked and saw her blood being frayed

And all along her papa here could nought, but simply prayed

 

And while she tried to stand the fight, the vultures saw a chance

To make some coins and toss their lives and lo hers was on stance

And lying there, Annabella looked as that her hope was chopped

If only all the sharks around had consciences that hadn’t flopped

 

And while she fought the extra mile, the whitened robes were nigh

All ready-go to make the dough and lo her life was sighing

And lying there, Annabella saw how cruelty was below-high

If only GPs and sharks and robes had chosen not to look by

(c)spreadshirt.com

 

And while I think and scribble this, I see her gentle face

I pray she finds eternal bliss, if she did run the Race.

And I wonder how Annabella would’ve been if we hadn’t all the haze

All the cocktail of their impish hearts that puts us in a maze

 

 

 

And that is how Annabella looked and saw how she was killed

And that is how I am telling you so more blood wouldn’t be spilled

And sitting here, I look and see how bleak the future is

Cuz what would change if all they do is sit and feign peace?

 

 

GAZE ON JESUS!

(c)benziher

2 Corinthians 4:16-18 – “So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.”

 

Just a few words as we travel the year 2018 – Set your gaze on Jesus!

The eyes were put in front for a purpose; always look in front; look ahead. Proverbs 4:25 says it. “Let your eyes look straight ahead; fix your gaze directly before you.”

The past is past, that’s why it’s called PAST. You hold on to it, you can’t move a step.

Better than look ahead, look up. Look up to Christ Jesus. Isaiah 40:26 says he knows the stars by name. If he knows the stars by name, how much more you? He is mindful of you. He knows your frame; He knows what you’re made of; He knows your every move. His thoughts and plans for you are plans of good and not of evil. Look to Jesus, trust Him and follow Him.

Hebrews 12:2 “looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”

And by having our eyes set on Jesus – it means following Him; surrendering to His Lordship over you; seeing Him as the author and finisher of your faith. Focus not on the world or the cares of the world. Affection your mind on Christ and the things above. Live and love on earth as a pilgrim; yet as an ambassador of a kingdom; a plenipotentiary ambassador, cuz that is what, we who are born-again in Christ, are called to be.

2 Cor. 5:20 “We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God.”

Try this: With the eyes/gaze in front, it hurts to look left or right; it is impossible to look behind; but very possible to look up – just a fixing of the gaze. Fix your perspective!

Colossians 3:1-2

“Therefore, since you have been raised with Christ, strive for the things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things.”

Stay positive!

Happy New Year 2018!

PAPA GOD NA YA HANDWORK

Had this been in those days, we’ll be saying “… with stringed instruments…” or maybe “… with drums and gongs…” in these days. lol. Trying it out in 2018 in Cameroon pidgin English. Savour, gratitude to God for his manifold handiwork all around us. 

Na ya plenty handwork eh, papa God na ya plenty handwork eh.
The life we di live eh, the air we di breathe eh
The chop we di chop eh, and the bed we di sleep eh
The pikin we di born eh, and the ones weh dem die eh
The birthdays we see eh, and the old age we reach eh
The work we di get eh, and the pay we di spend eh
The smile we di show eh, and the tears we di shed eh
For the sleep we di sleep eh, and the peace in our minds eh
For the foot to waka eh, and the nyash to de shit eh
For the mouth to de chop eh and the head to de think eh
For the voice to de sing eh, and the eyes to de admire eh
For the body to de fix eh, and the selfies to de take eh
For the airtime to de call eh, and the apps to de use eh
The famz we belong to eh, and the frenz wey be we own eh
The holes and the hills eh, the trees and the streams eh
Ya Son y blood eh, and the life Y di give eh
Oh na why we di thank you eh, for Ya plenty handwork eh
Na ya plenty handwork eh, papa God na ya plenty handwork eh!!!
Happy New Year 2018

#Oneday

One day we’ll make a toss at the moon

And thank the stars for their fiery zoom

That’ll be when we see that all the gloom

All the slum and rot have stopped to boom

 

And then we’d sing the famous song

That song that tells of praise

Of promises of lands of peace and glory

The glorious peace our fathers failed to bequeath

 

Then they’d hear how foul their voices have been

Their voices so full of all their vice

They’ll feel how sorry their lungs will taste

As it draws its air from the blood they’ve shed

 

Then I’ll sit and toss with my son

I’d tell him how windy the tale has been

Perhaps he may,  just may come to see

How it all comes to be on that fateful day

 

On that day when the sun will salute the moon

On that day when our  gray spirits would be gay

On that day when our glorious peace wouldn’t fray

How I long for that day which sure will come, one day.

 

84

Grandmamma saw him standing

Mama did same; and so do I

Baby soon is coming

Still no hint of him leaving

 

He says he wants to talk

His mouth self-bridled as a horse’s

Yet he continues his red walk

Just as sly as little foxes

 

His knife at hand is one

The smile of his devilish band

They’re ready to see him stand

Even when he’s been too long a-one

 

Yeah, Bob was swiped out

By his friends, no, sorry fiends

But he’s got them here to pout

Cuz they work out their dirty ends

 

He’s eighty four today

And may still stand till a hundred

And I’m darn sure that just one day

He’ll drown himself in my dread

 

Coffee with Jesus -MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE

Psalm 19:1-4

The heavens declare the glory of God;
    the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
    night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
    no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
    their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.

  • Verse 1:

O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder

Consider all the works Thy hand hath made.

I see the stars; I hear the roaring thunder,

Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

  • Verse 2:

When through the woods and forest glades I wander

And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;

When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur

And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze:

Refrain:

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee:

How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee:

How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

ONCE UPON A TIME: JUNE 9, 1990 – J.N. FONCHA RESIGNS FROM THE CPDM

Foncha: blamed or famed?

Dr. J.N. Foncha’s Resignation Letter:

Yaounde, 9th June 1990

Your Excellency,

RESIGNATION FROM THE CPDM

I have the honour to inform Your Excellency that after careful consideration and careful thought, I have decided to address to you my resignation from the Cameroon People’s Democratic Movement (CPDM) and my reasons for resigning are as follows:

The CPDM which elected me as its first National Vice President is the party which forms the GOC and has been responsible for shaping government policies.

As the National Vice President of the party, I have found it impossible to use my exalted position to help in any way shape or influence the policies of the party and nation because:

1) Demands by me for audience with the Chairman (President) of the party to discuss issues have been systematically turned down.

2) Several memos and representations I have made in writing on several important national issues have been ignored.

 

[ndlr. Culled from one of mine on another media platform. Take it with a grain of salt until you are satisfied otherwise.]

During my political career which spans over forty years, I headed the group that campaigned for and got the peoples of the then Southern Cameroons to vote for unification, after which I went from village to village in the then East Cameroun at the risk of my life to calm terrorism which existed at the time. I even housed some Cameroonians wanted in East Cameroon. I successfully had them reconcile with the Ahidjo government. I missed being shot down on my way from Bafang on peace making mission.

After unification, a lot of Cameroonians had confidence in me and when the first Presidential elections were coming up, many people urged me to stand against President Ahidjo. I decided to go for the Vice Presidency instead in order to avoid unnecessary conflict and further bloodshed.

When President Ahidjo decided to get rid of me as the Vice President, a lot of Cameroonians sympathized with me and urged me to make an issue out of it, but for the love of peace, I came back quietly to live in my village as a private citizen.

After settling in my village, I was occasionally consulted on some national issues and I accepted to serve the people of Cameroun in whatever capacity it pleased the powers that be to put me. When the leadership of Cameroun changed hands and Your Excellency became the President of the Republic and eventually head of the CNU, I assured Your Excellency that I was at your disposal and ready from my experience to give you advice you may need on national issues.

1) Unfortunately this was not to be as it became clear to me that I had become an irrelevant nuisance that had to be ignored and ridiculed.

– I was to be used now only as window dressing and not listened to. I am most of the time summoned to meetings by radio without any courtesy of my consultation on the agenda.

2) All projects of the former West Cameroon I had either initiated or held very dear to my heart had to be taken over, mismanaged and ruined, e.g. Cameroon Bank, West Cameroon Marketing Board, WADA in Wum, West Cameroon Cooperative Movement.

3) Whereas I spent all my life fighting to have a deep sea port in Limbe(Victoria) developed, this project had to be shelved and instead an expensive pipeline is to be built from SONARA in Limbe to Douala in order to pipe the oil to Douala.

4) All the roads in West Cameroon my government had either built, improved or maintained were allowed to deteriorate making Kumba-Mamfe, Mamfe-Bamenda, Bamenda-Wum-Nkambe, Kumbo-Bamenda inaccessible by road. Projects were shelved even after petrol produced enough money for building them and the Limbe sea port.

           5) All progress of employment, appointments, etc. meant to promote adequate regional representation in government and its services have been revised or changed at the expense of those who stood for TRUTH and justice. They are identified as “Foncha man” and put aside.

6) The Anglophone Cameroonian whom I brought into the Union have been ridiculed and referred to as “les Biafrians”, “les enemies dans la maison”, “les traites’ [traitres], etc., and the constitutional provisions which protected this Anglophone minority have been suppressed, their voices drowned while the rule of the gun has replaced the dialogue which Anglophones cherish very much.

7) The national media has been used by the government through people who never voted for unification to misinform the citizens about Bamenda, deliberate lies have been told over the mass media all in an attempt to isolate the Anglophone Cameroonians who voted for unification and subject them to hatred and more discrimination and harassment from other Cameroonians.

8) Embezzlement of Public funds in all forms and illegal exportation of our currency by the privileged class seems to go without reprimand but is rather condoned.

9) The constitution which I have held and preached as the supreme law of the land is in many respects being ignored or manipulated… Let the CPDM not move towards the direction where it will find itself collapsing faster than many of the “strong” governments that have collapsed in recent memory. My resignation is effective from today the 9th June 1990.

Thank You.

I have the Honor to be

 

Yours Respectfully,

Dr. J.N. Foncha


John Ngu Foncha: Short biography and important links with the history of Cameroon

June 21, 1916: born in Nkwen, North West region of Cameroon

1942 – 1957: Union activist with the Union of the Catholic professors of Bamenda and the president of the Bamenda section of the Nigerian Union of Teachers;

1953: Head of the Bamenda section of the Kamerun National Congress of Emmanuel Mbela Lifate Endeley E.M.L. Endeley];

1955: Leaves the Kameroun National Congress due to disagreement on the issue of reunification and founds the Kamerun National Democratic Party (KNDP) with Augustine Ngom Jua;

1957: The KNDP gets 5 of the 13 seats of the Southern Cameroon House of Assembly

1959: the Kamerun National Democratic Party obtains 14 of the 26 seats in parliament and wins the election against the Kamerun National Congress, which favours integration with Nigeria;

1 February 1959: John Ngu Foncha becomes Prime Minister of British Southern Cameroon.

11 February 1961: referendum on the future of British Cameroon. Foncha takes sides for reunification with Cameroon;

1961: KNDP obtains 28 of the 37 seats in parliament;

October 1, 1961: Southern Cameroon is reunited; Foncha becomes Prime Minister of the Federated State of West Cameroon and Vice-President of Cameroon;

May 13, 1965: Foncha leaves the primacy, succeeded by Augustine Ngom Jua;

1966: End of the multiparty system. The KNDP becomes part of the CNU, President Ahmadou Ahidjo’s party;

1970: Foncha leaves the post of vice-president.

In the years 1970-1980: Ngu Foncha approaches the secessionist movements that advocate an independent state of Ambazonia;

1990: Foncha leaves the CPDM, the presidential party (ex-CNU), because of the discrimination against Anglophones that this party would show;

1994: led the Southern Cameroon national council delegation to the UN to demand more autonomy for the English-speaking provinces;

10 April 1999: death of John Ngu Foncha

Source: Wikipedia

 

#notonudes: Join the Movement against ‘Sextapes’ and Etc.

Barely a week after the #Epiesaga seemingly died down, another sex tape was on the air. This wasn’t the first, of course; but we can put hands on deck for it to be the last.

CLIQ EMPIRE and TEAM237MAG will be hosting a Chill & Talk sensitization campaign: #notonudes, on June 17, 2017 in Buea, South West region – Cameroon. Join them; and invite several others in Cameroon to be part of this sensitization programme targeting young girls who are often party to these sex tapes, nude pics and videos and the likes of them.

According to Prince Michael Enobi, CEO of Benchmark Africa Productions, and one of the lead organisers of the sensitization campaign, “It’s a chill and talk time, where we’ll all share ideas to seek common solutions to this whole disturbing trend. We need to dig into the remote causes and see how we can stem it”.

50% of the Solution is to put your hands on the problem” –Ahmed S.

Hashtags like #Epiesaga, #Epiedemie, #FindEpie and the likes were spread mad amongst Cameroonians, especially those of the predominantly English speaking regions; and their contacts in the diaspora. The civilian manhunt may continue, with blames apportioned to the offenders and offended, but the future lies ahead. While others continue to vow and yearn for the arrest of the principal offenders in the nude tapes or the principal authors of such heinous ideas; we believe the problem must be tackled from the roots.

Instead of crying over spilled milk, we need change. We can start by a step; we choose to start by a step. First we replace the saga hashtags with #notonudes #notosextapes and erasers.

Girls who fall prey to such molestation also have their fair share of the responsibility. Some also sometimes do willingly film themselves and send to their “lovers”, who, when the love grows sour, may decide to punish them by posting the nude pics and tapes online.

Information is power!

Do not underestimate what the right information can churn in a young girl’s spirit. If young girls commit to shun frivolous lifestyles, such #Epiesagas will be farfetched. And this shunning, starts with information.

LEARN from yesterday, LIVE for today, and HOPE for tomorrow” – Madeline.

 

You can join the movement by:

  • Sharing the poster on your social network platforms with the hashtag #notonudes
  • Changing your profile pictures with a #notonudes frame
  • Inviting your contacts to be part of the Chill & Talk sensitization campaign billed June 17, 2017 in Buea (Buea Council Hall)

COFFEE WITH JESUS – With the lowly and contrite

Isaiah 57:15

For thus says the One who is high and lifted up, who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: “I dwell in the high and holy place, and also with him who is of a contrite and lowly spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly, and to revive the heart of the contrite.

DEAR FADA 02

Dear Fada

Are you back from your trip? You know I wasn’t also around, so, seems I’ve lost track of who’s in and who’s out. I remember the last time you were going on one of your private trips which so deprive home of you, I almost cried. Not just that I knew how extensive the short private visit would take, you know, but, I just kept wondering why you’d allow your children to suffer so much just because you have to move.

The taxi I took dropped me off at a good distance; and he collected the full fare. Can you imagine? And I had to cross the central town on foot. The traffic was horrible. I had to guard my feet from slipping, and my bag from your rebellious sons. I thought that was all, but getting another taxi was what we call “hélélé”. I was rushing to honour my appoint with our biggest Father. Oh, Fada, thanks to you, I erred. That distance would have cost me at the most 150FCFA. Do you know what the cabdrivers requested? 250FCFA or nothing else. That may perhaps not mean much to you, considering my sister spends exorbitant sums of money out there. Anyways, I had to give them Fada. I had no choice. Big Father was already present. He’s always present when you are absent.

But, their peers along the other road could not get a franc from me. Do you know that …,? I mean, I know that you know that that is what they do. Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder. Don’t you pay them Fada? Or is the problem the fact that the pay is not enough? I feel so ashamed and vexed seeing how debased they become when they start asking for a ‘bottle of beer’. I even wonder whether they’re supposed to take alcohol while on duty. And who would even dare question them? Is their boss not sitting behind waiting for his share at the end of the day? So you understand Fada, I feel so ashamed. They’re disgracing us; they’re disgracing your name Fada; our name.

So, let me recount to you what happened huh! I have decided none of them would ever get a dime from me. Never, never ever, and I pray the Big Father helps me.

I was with one of your brother’s children. She had come visiting, and forgot to bring along her vaccination certificate. Her arrival was peaceful; her return was shameful.

Mr. Soldier was doing random checks. He took her passport, and asked for her health certificate. She said she didn’t have it on her. He said nothing. He strolled out of the bus. We waited for some time and we didn’t see him coming back towards us. I asked your brother’s daughter to stay in the bus and I went down. “Bonsoir”, I greeted. Fada, I can’t even remember whether he answered or not. He said something I didn’t understand, or rather, didn’t want to understand. Calmly, he called the already impatient Mr. Driver of the public transport bus to help me understand and stop wasting their time.

“Si tu as même un petit jus, donne leur on part. Il fait déjà bien tard”.

I told Mr. Driver I did not have “shishing”. Mr. Driver didn’t budge. Mr. Soldier didn’t budge. Trust me Fada; your daughter didn’t also budge. Then Mr. Soldier asked the driver to take my bags down because I refused to ‘act mature’.

Timely enough, one true son of the soil showed up. He was a commander, or so, he presented himself. He asked Mr. Soldier if “my” passport was good and the latter answered “yes”. Mr. Commander then asked what the problem was, and Mr. Soldier replied that he was trying to tell me that I need to walk with my complete ID documents “I’m just trying to do my job, and that is what I’ve been explaining to her ever since’, he explained. Mr. Commander prompted that if at least the passport was valid, they should let me go, and before Mr. Soldier obeyed, he scrutinized the passport, pointed his torch at my face, and then at the passport, and finally handed it back to me.

Fada, during all this so called ‘scrutiny’ and ‘just-doing-my-job’ time, Mr. Soldier hadn’t noticed it wasn’t my passport. Fada, do you know that I and your brother’s daughter look no inch alike? Our complexions are also different. I speak like a typical child of yours, but you can imagine that your brother’s daughter would speak like children that are typical of her own father.

I just imagined how mean he could have been, had Mr. Commander not given his timely ‘command’. I also tried to imagine how many hoodlums and ‘terrorists’ such Mr. Soldiers have allowed to enter the house because they failed to do their work properly and amply, paying attention to the least detail, and not only at the ‘bottle of beer’ they can make out of it. I know that you know what these Mr. Soldiers do out there, Fada. Would you let them go on? And by the way Fada, did he have the backing to demand the vaccination certificate where he was? I thought specific authorities were mandated to check that. Anyways, at home, everyone does what he/she wills. Right, Fada?

Just like you; and my siblings of “Air-Peut-être”. Can you imagine the name they’ve been given Fada? Even the meanest of your brothers, who is sometimes not able to put food on his table, is confident enough when he calls them that. And what can I say Fada. The last time I tried to defend, “Air-Peut-être” covered my face with shame. I decided never to talk again; perhaps just to pray, and hope things get better.

The number of bosses they’ve had is way more than the number of aircrafts they have. And I think too their ancient hostesses may soon be competing with you for longevity of service. No doubt they’re unable to keep standard. Fada, imagine my embarrassment when I had to dust off breadcrumbs from the seat I was allotted. And when they decided to serve me fruit juice and something else, breadcrumbs on the folded table didn’t look like yesterday’s. It looked as ancient as the hostesses. I don’t eat pork. You know it’s possible I am allergic to it, or many others could be. They had only pork. No tuna, no veggies, just pork. And whosoever didn’t eat pork could have as well gone to he… And those seats Fada. I almost thought I’ll incur the wrath of one of the fiery ancients trolling the aisle when I failed to put up my seat as her ancient colleague intoned overhead. Miss. Ancient didn’t budge. She very well knew that seat couldn’t be raised up.

Hahahaha Fada, it’s like all the rats in the former house we occupied visited the airplane. They had entered into a love union with the chair arms and backs. The remains of the remains were awfully shameful. As shameful as the dirty wagon those trains use to travel up north.

Before the sad fate hit Eseka, it was much better, though much more unsafe with the unreliable ‘Shinshong’ wagons. The seats then smelled good. They sometimes smelled fresh. We’d have the luxury of a hot meal or a cold drink, a clean seat or a semi-cozy bed. There were many wagons then, and it seemed fine. I feel sad for those who perished last year with the ‘Shinshong trains’. I thank God that it has kind of saved us from a likely fate with the mobile death trucks. But, I feel great pity for us who have stayed behind to endure the measureless semi-measures psychedelically upped by commissions that amount to nothing.

Ohhh Fada, who would take us out of this sham? I thought you would when you ascended. Yes, ascended. It’s more like the throne of our forefathers. I understand why you’re still there. But like our forefathers, they have become fore. You too will. I will become; and I too will have fore appended to me, someday; one day.

Take care Fada!

Your daughter,

Sally.

 

COFFEE WITH JESUS – BE CONCERNED FOR THEM!

1 Timothy 2:1-6

First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people, for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way. This is good, and it is pleasing in the sight of God our Saviour, who desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth. For there is one God, and there is one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus, …

Philippians 2:4

Do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others.