The Struggle:

                                                  (Marginalised Anglophone Cameroonians)

I stand corrected;

Yet I am molested;

My folks are dying;

Yet I have been forcefully stopped from crying.

 

Like a criminal I have been labeled a prisoner;

While graduates have been technically reduced to less than pensioners;

In my country we have been reduced to a colony;

Hellas an army is sent to molest me for expressing my agony.

 

All my folks ever asked for was protection of our identity;

Typical of colonial masters all our heritage is forcefully their property;

Now that I am being hunted for free speech;

Where can I report this menacing breach?

 

When everyone becomes a criminal without a crime;

Even Albert Mukong would recommend a safe refuge and not a rhythm;

Yet in my desperation all I can do is a monologue;

Except by Divine intervention the absolute powers that be can trigger sustainable dialogue.

 

Not a whitewash solution;

As it is rumored without regular communication;

If pride they say comes before a fall;

Then this country needs humble leadership for it to stand tall.

 

For in our case when elders get too old to see any reason;

Young people who find it a duty to support are labeled for treason;

What a country filled with fear;

And the world watches silently as if it does not hear.

 

Maybe the AU and UN only strive in chaos;

Possibly the reason they do not find our situation as precarious;

If we cannot resolve it when it is at the edge of making any sense;

Then lets stop pretending we can fix it when it becomes total nonsense.

 

 Ebong Dunstan Alobwede