13 | June | 2019

"J'ai appris avec émotion, l'attentat ignoble perpétré contre Darak et pour lequel plusieurs de ces inconnus sont morts.

Je condamne avec force cet acte odieux des adeptes de la violence et de la terreur. Je vous exprime à vous et au peuple Camerounais ma solidarité."

Ceci aurait suffit dans un tweet, mais qu'est-ce qui est plus important: la mort de ton enfant, ou celui du voisin?

Celui du voisin bien sûr!

(c) nyonglema

#RIP brave soldiers, future generations shall appreciate your sacrifice.

The voice of the people cry out in the wilderness: 
"Prepare ye the days of the next overlord."
They dream of wild money and tarred net streets
But can only be guaranteed not a single day to be bored. 

Cast your vote, like exorcism in a closed building
Where faith died! You know the head-spin
Is the moment the vomit spells your inevitable failure.
Votes mean nothing when owned by demons. 

I dreamt of choosing a president all mine, 
But that's not mine for the choosing, 
And despair cooks witch spells in the back of my mind
To drown my dreams in dreary musing. 

I dreamt of choosing the laws to rule
But one person rules the parliament supreme
And waves a wand if any should dare to speak 
In his presence of the forbidden or of another team. 

I dreamt of choosing the mayors to ride, 
But the Boss not mine defines the governor
And delegates another to give them orders and more, 
And decides what moves, grows, or becomes manure. 

I dreamt of a great nation in Africa's armpit
But got a snapshot of generations in the belly 
Of the Beast. Maybe I shouldn't be dreaming, 
Maybe I should just stand for truth; just maybe. 

(c) nyonglema