The Bard wrote:
Re-awakening Anglophone Cameroon Consciousness
No government of any country on earth has the prerogative whatsoever, to subject some of its citizens to physical, psychological and excruciating pain because they are born and bred in a certain Region of the country, speaking and writing a certain official language which is considered inferior and disdainful. Such has been the malevolent fate of Cameroonians west of the Mungo roasting in the oven of La Republique du Cameroun for decades uncounted.
The aforesaid government has caused Anglophone Cameroon lawyers of Common Law to be parading the corridors of demise. It has caused teachers to be treading the wasteland. For more than ten years, its Ministry of Arts and Culture has not paid the subventions of Anglophone Cameroon writers, while on the other hand, it has been paying those of Francophone Cameroon writers every year. Anglophone Cameroon writers have become Oliver Twists languishing in the chimney of oblivion. And someone boastfully tells me that there is no Anglophone problem in Cameroon? That person is a crammed criminal, and should be sentenced to Middle Temple for an unpardonable crime against humanity. I have no place in my mind to contain conscienceless barons whose topmost agenda is to hew and hack the daily bread of peasantry like cankerworms.
Anglophone Cameroonians need not be reminded that they have been ployed and plundered, that they have been used like hygiene paper, that they have been duped and devoured like a prey in the jungle. They need not be reminded that this is time for them to rise to their feet and walk tall, that it is time for the Francophone grinding machinery to be disengaged and dismantled, time for it to bow to the English Invincible Tradition – and pay it curtsying homage for its savvy, for its sobriety, and its sublimity.
Whoever dares to lay a hand on the language with which Hobbes, Mill, More, Newman, Jefferson, Emerson and Lincoln humbled the world with fluency, whoever dares to tamper with the language with which Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton, Dante, Bunyan, Gray, Wordsworth, Tennyson, Eliot, Yeats, Blake, Coleridge and Shelly marvelled the world with eloquence, shall never have peacetime – neither on earth, in heaven nor in hell. Francophone Cameroonians have provoked the graveyard tranquillity of the English Language. And I have them to contend with. Let them take just one step forward. A blazing baptism of my erudition and artistry will leave its victim in a pitiful state which nobody will ever admire. Be very careful not to be that victim. Else, you shall live your few miserable days testifying that it is the most regrettable thing which ever happened to you in a desperate lifetime.
Nkwetatang Sampson Nguekie
Pupil of Plato,
3rd Class Honours Pen Fellow of the Magnolian Academy.
-- Re-awakening Anglophone Cameroon Consciousness
No government of any country on earth has the prerogative whatsoever, to subject some of its citizens to physical, psychological and excruciating pain because they are born and bred in a certain Region of the country, speaking and writing a certain official language which is considered inferior and disdainful. Such has been the malevolent fate of Cameroonians west of the Mungo roasting in the oven of La Republique du Cameroun for decades uncounted.
The aforesaid government has caused Anglophone Cameroon lawyers of Common Law to be parading the corridors of demise. It has caused teachers to be treading the wasteland. For more than ten years, its Ministry of Arts and Culture has not paid the subventions of Anglophone Cameroon writers, while on the other hand, it has been paying those of Francophone Cameroon writers every year. Anglophone Cameroon writers have become Oliver Twists languishing in the chimney of oblivion. And someone boastfully tells me that there is no Anglophone problem in Cameroon? That person is a crammed criminal, and should be sentenced to Middle Temple for an unpardonable crime against humanity. I have no place in my mind to contain conscienceless barons whose topmost agenda is to hew and hack the daily bread of peasantry like cankerworms.
Anglophone Cameroonians need not be reminded that they have been ployed and plundered, that they have been used like hygiene paper, that they have been duped and devoured like a prey in the jungle. They need not be reminded that this is time for them to rise to their feet and walk tall, that it is time for the Francophone grinding machinery to be disengaged and dismantled, time for it to bow to the English Invincible Tradition – and pay it curtsying homage for its savvy, for its sobriety, and its sublimity.
Whoever dares to lay a hand on the language with which Hobbes, Mill, More, Newman, Jefferson, Emerson and Lincoln humbled the world with fluency, whoever dares to tamper with the language with which Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton, Dante, Bunyan, Gray, Wordsworth, Tennyson, Eliot, Yeats, Blake, Coleridge and Shelly marvelled the world with eloquence, shall never have peacetime – neither on earth, in heaven nor in hell. Francophone Cameroonians have provoked the graveyard tranquillity of the English Language. And I have them to contend with. Let them take just one step forward. A blazing baptism of my erudition and artistry will leave its victim in a pitiful state which nobody will ever admire. Be very careful not to be that victim. Else, you shall live your few miserable days testifying that it is the most regrettable thing which ever happened to you in a desperate lifetime.
Nkwetatang Sampson Nguekie
Pupil of Plato,
3rd Class Honours Pen Fellow of the Magnolian Academy.
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