Troubled Waters
May 28, 2019
Story
They came, in complete pandemonium
They caused a scare
They looked drunk and drugged
They shook the little town
Their iron horses, hoot endlessly
Their attires looked scary
Their gaze, deadly
Their intentions, clear
They stormed the market
They scattered items and people
They made the young run
They made the old run
They made those with disability, too, run
In their words, “we are not afraid of death”
In their words, “We are not afraid of the military”
In their words, “We are not afraid of the colonial government”
In their words, “Respect ghost town or we disrespect you”
In their words, “The struggle continues”
As they moved on, they seized petrol from illegal vendors, filled their tanks
As they moved on, they dubbed a petrol station, got fuel, filled their tanks
As they moved on, they revealed they're heading to burial
Burial of a little brother, shot in cold blood
Blood, they say, is a sign of marginalization of a people
Blood, they say, cannot flow in vain
Cry my beloved nation
Things have never been the same again
Genuine dialogue, is what some are saying
Some say Federation is the better option
Others say separation & complete independence is all they want
There seems to be no compromise between faction groups
Well, what will be, will be
[By Nakinti Besumbu Nofuru. Wednesday 13/09/2017. 3:00pm. Written immediately after anglophone bike riders protesters stormed the town of Ndop, in the North West Region of Cameroon, causing disorder based on the fact that the people of the town do not respect ghost town]