It's a jungle out there

A comment on the 2014 Biya effigy:

When a regime leads people to a philosophical dead end, these are the kinds of things that happen. When grown men start behaving like "mummus", it calls for debriefing sessions that might actually need the help of professional psychiatrists. This is no laughing matter: 50+ years of brainwashing can cause this kind of damage. Pity them, but help as you can.

The restoration of the State of former British Southern Cameroons is a task that WILL be done.

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This proves the following to "Africans": if you have something and you do not take care of it, it WILL be taken away from you. No offence, but that is how life works. It's a jungle out there… until someone takes control of the… JUNGLE.

TribalMonk

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My brother, it doesn't take much: a pencil, a ruler and the ability to read and write can transform any space. Our constraints are psycho-social and philosophically unfounded. That could explain the laissez-aller attitude of most citizens. My two pennies.

One would think the study of geometry and algebra ends in the classroom. The idea that a straight line is the shortest distance between two points still seems foreign. Or doesn't it? You tell me.

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Uncle Vic wrote: "Even in njangi houses, those we put in leadership positions dictate instead of suggesting."

That says it all. Living for 30+ years in the pseudo-culture of Biya-ism can result in character shape-shifts (if you ask me).

Jvɨ kɨti

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Did this gentleman say he was inspired by angels in a dream, and that God sent him to save the citizens of former British Southern Cameroons from themselves?

He is probably just imitating what he has seen others do: pander to the holders of the keys to the honeypot. I am not sure how old the gentleman is, but if his elders survived in the Camerounese ecosystem by pandering, he learned something and is just following (excuse my French) the "culture": show your patriotism (or your commitment to the central committee), and everything you need or want will follow.

Even now, the children are still watching.

Dr Bernard Nsokika Fonlon (24 November 1924 – 26 August 1986): his bones must be rattling a freedom song in his grave right now.

Mɨntfɨng!
~wv

— Wanaku Verdzekov