I am afraid the "Happy New Year" in your letter came from the lips and not from the heart. That is why I am not surprised that you completely ignored the pertinent issues I raised in my letter.
Anyway, let bygones be bygones, if you permit me to go by that cliché.I hear you were sadistically celebrating the fact that the tax collector's name appeared in the list of those who have been milking this country dry in corruption. But he was tethered where he was to help himself and also bankroll the great national party.
Mbella, I don't know why Minister Magida decided to play to the gallery at a very wrong time. He burnt his fingers by pretending to be more royal than the king. The bloomer turned out to be a feeble feat of score-settling among members of the gerontocratic oligarchy. The consequent relay of the awarawara press was a non-event.
By the way, this triangle has only the kind of gullible and praise-singing journalists that it deserves. It is no news that the truth and nothing but the truth is a rare commodity in Cameroon. News and information are just pieces of damaging half-truths. When you fart, the journalists would say you defecated; when you grin they will say you laughed lousily.
Mbella, I condemned the way some overzealous administrators are trying to go about things. Why would anybody deny Hon. Ayah a visa? Has anybody declared him an enemy to the Republic, thereby giving the leeway to the administrators of the "ancien regime" to give him the treatment reserved only for a persona non grata?
Within the great national party, Ayah is not a b?te noire as people think. Instead, intellectuals hail him as a genuine intellectual MP who sees everything through the critical eyes of a magistrate.
Instead of cursing him for standing against our attempt to make the son of the catechist a Methuselah president, let's hail him for giving a semblance of credibility to our "democracie advancée." We need Ayah's opinion to prove to the international community that there is "debat contradictoire" in our great party.
Old boy, whether you like it or not, the amendment of 6.2 is déja a forgone conclusion. We have started oiling the mouths of those who matter to handclap the thing into adoption. For your information, sir, we don't even need the opinion of the people because they are docile.
That is why Omar Bongo said that if God were to give him the opportunity to be born for the second time, he would like to be president of Cameroon.We are a lucky party because we have a gullible people and electorate. We disenfranchise them when we want and decide what percentage to award to the great national party during elections.
You see, Mbella, we don't even need the electorate to claim in a referendum that 99.9 percent of Cameroonians want the king as life president.I remember, I started by condemning the role of overzealous administrators. The DO for Angola III recently made a futile attempt to kill joy where people go to get "Canda" pleasure.
He used a brave fiat and the khaki boys were at war to kill the oldest profession there. But they were defeated by bottom power. The sheer seductive appearance of some of the workers crushed the spirits of even the most wicked policemen. Thus, rather than dismantle the gang of streetwalkers, the khaki boys ended up collecting them.
Mbella, I don't know whether you have started feeling the Women's Day fever out there. Mankaa is already breathing down my neck for a uniform. But I have been digging to find out who won the contract this time around.
You may call me a modern man, but I take very great exception to this nonsense they call Women's Day. Instead of taking care of their husbands on this day, many women drink, get drunk and would, in their drunken stupor, fasten other men in-between their legs. I swear, I don't want to imagine that Mankaa could also do that.
Before the women go mad on that day, their sons and daughters would have gone amok on Valentine's Day. It would be "cho choc choc to the dirty ears" in the name of celebrating love. The pious meaning of that day, my friend, is dead. It has been sacrificed on the altar of the erotic because no one, just no one, thinks about filial love.
My regards to Enangs and the kids.
Ngwa.
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