Virtual Book Launch

I contributed poems for this anthology. Together with other versatile poets from within and without Cameroon, this master piece is now a step to your door step. You are invited to attend this virtual book launch. It promises to be great!

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Posted by on July 11, 2020 in Uncategorized


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Write or get it written!

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Posted by on June 25, 2020 in Uncategorized



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Posted by on March 22, 2020 in Uncategorized


Just a street chat (Wrestling Climate)

I was discussing with a very good friend yesterday in Molyko, Buea – Cameroon, about how hot the town has become even for some of us who are cold blooded. We were preoccupied with the basic stimulants of climate change and what defiles ‘earnest’ possibilities in combating the phenomenon. And we noted that, climate change and its concomitant effects are a done deal; it’s as real as Jesus knowing He was going to die.

Our first preoccupation was the ever increasing population in Buea, especially the Molyko area. Increase in population brings along increase in human activities, need for transportation – cars at the least, increase housing with direct cutting of forest. As we probed to correlate whether increase in population should directly cause changes in climate, as I had opined, my friend held that lack of proper urban planning in Buea, like is consistent with many towns in Cameroon is first to blame for rising temperatures in the city.

Both points of view are true. Accepting that saved us the trouble of emitting more heat on a boundless argument. So we had more time to attend to other twigs.

At the rear from where we stood, to catch a breath from navigating smoking streets, was a double chimney jeep. Then the thought came through…

Masango loved the ride, saying it’s a great way to celebrate success. Yes it definitely is! Can you stop a young man who just made his first million after 7 years of hard work in a rock-freeze economy from getting a sweet wheel? No you wouldn’t. I bet if he had his way, he would have loved to ride in an electric car. If only the taxes on importation and clearing would have served him that privilege, nor are there infrastructure to make do such.

Somehow, we were getting lost in the talks coupled with the sounds of high celebrations from the speakers in the car. Frustrated with every thought, Masango and I didn’t think talking about the multinationals on the gas and electric debates would serve a good snack.

The debate on climate race, sorry, climate change passively swarms in desires for greater industrialization. Africa has watched for decades how beautifully the West has developed and is very poised to being that. Very few, and especially those who really can’t change policy, are thinking on how well sustainably this transition can be made. Guarantors of the ‘good life’ aren’t addressing very basic issues! All that seems palpable is viewing a skyline adorned with towering lights. After all, such generations would have long gone before dooms day? Or rather, it would really be stupid to question them that pay the most taxes.

Hmm! As we took some more steps before our destination, there were no better thoughts save the view of fermenting streets and interlaced negatives.

Someday as we both agreed, we also will love to get married, make babies, buy cars, build houses, own industries – even air lines and shipping firms. We sure couldn’t agree on how well to address the climate issue seeing we had such desires too.

A fitting peroration to our 15 minutes’ walk would be to think positive, hoping our humanity and yours, can find a place to make peace with our reality. A reality which we think, says mankind has destroyed earth. It’s simple, the rate of carbon emissions ‘tetracedes’ best efforts made to salvage dooms day. In any case, lets keep trying! And for those who don’t believe in miracles, a miracle is what we need. The kind that affirms that only nature can sustain nature. And like Victor Musinga vividly describes, the Climate Change is incorruptible.

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Posted by on May 16, 2019 in Uncategorized


Girls, Women, Mothers

They watch helpless at the front lines,
Abashed in pain of what
Their nine months travail has borne.
They glower in frustration, how
Their young men kill their friend’s father,
And their mothers husband.

They mourn because they understand…
Tomorrow when their sons have become
Men, husbands and fathers,
Their friend’s sons would make their wives widows.

They watch in agony, how their
Young men rape their friend’s sister,
Hoping their sister’s stay unhurt?

See them: girls, women and mothers;
Soaked in horrified thoughts of what pregnancy has birth.
Somehow, they have no regrets! For children,
Are blessings from God.
And with earnest cry and prayer from a mother,
There’s hope for a better tomorrow.

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Posted by on May 15, 2019 in EDUCATION, SOCIETY


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