Mr. Biya Doesn’t Even Know You and Francophones Don’t Care Who You Are.
My beloved Peter Etame EnowAccept my bitter and grudging greetings from from this end of the political divide. From the title of my letter, I’m sure you should already, understand why I’m bitter and greets you grudgingly.
Bro, you remember that, when you passed the recruitment exams into the Cameron Military, which we Southern Cameroonians now calls; the colonial terrorist military, the whole village of Kwakwa celebrated with you, and even supported you morally and financially during your training period even though we are not indigenes there but born and bred there.
I quite remember that before you left for training, the community organized a mass for you and the Catholic parish in which they all prayed for you and wished you well. I also remember that on the day of your passing out from the now terrorist training base in Kutaba, other family members and villagers were very excited, and mobilized support in money, food and drinks to crown your success.
Then, me as your brother, including our childhood friends and the entire people from the Kwakwa community, stood by you and celebrated with you. We knew you were going into a force, not only to defend and protect the interest of your employer the state, but to equally defend and protect your own people.
That is, your immediate community and “Anglophone Cameroonians” who constitute part of the so-called state. That’s why we have always supported and celebrated with you in those January 1st days when you were decorated with epaulettes for your meritorious services to the state and the people who pay you.
My Bro, by the time you entered that the terrorist force, you know we from this part of the Cameroons, were all very ignorant about ourselves as a people and our entire history as Southern Cameroonians. We believed then, that we, with our so-called Francophone brothers and sisters were one people, in one nation, with two different different languages but with a common destiny.
Even though we had our individual differences with the Francophone citizens, we believed then that no matter what happens, we could all rise up and support each other as brothers and sisters to fight a common enemy against our collective interest and destiny as citizens of one nation called Cameroon.
But the events of the last one and a half years have open our eyes and the eyes of the smallest child in Kwakwa, to the realities and the true story of who we really are as a people and how majority of these our so-called Francophone brothers and sisters look at us.
I hope you don’t want want me to start giving you examples again in this letter, of what we have gone through living with them in this so-called nation, who you are as a Southern Cameroonian in the present political configuration, and the treatments and tags we have gotten from them during this difficult period.
As an Ambazonian born terrorist military officer among them, I’m sure you even have better examples to share with me than myself. Of course you’ve often explained to me the disgust with which some of them and even your bosses look at you “Anglophones” in the colonial force.
With all these, my brother, it is absolutely very shameful and disappointing, that I, as your blood brother, including our best and childhood friend, who are better educated than you are, have fruitlessly tried several times through my convincing writings, to get you to defect from the terrorist colonial force of Paul Biya and stand with your people in this moment of history in your life, career, community and as a Southern Cameroonian.
Unfortunately, it would appear you have made up your mind to die a slave to Paul Biya, even if it means burning down your own home village in Southern Cameroons, and killing all those grand mums who used to give us cassava and plum, roasted cocoyam and palm oil, in those days when we often returned from school very famished.
You have vehemently resisted all my attempts to cajole you joined the Ambazonian Restoration Forces and defend your own people, community and homeland. I therefore begin to wonder whether you are still really the brother I know or you are under the influence of Mr. Biya’s bloody cham. Or are you being inspired by the poem we read in the “Sheldon Book of Verses” in form five of CCAST Kumba that; “it is sweet and worthy to die fighting for your fatherland”? Who told you La Republique du Cameron (LRC) is your fatherland?
Brother, how did you feel participating as a Terroriser to burn our own entire village of Kwakwa and our mums village of Kembong? How did you feel participating in the burning down of late grand Pa’s only legacy house in Bole Bakundu and shooting to death uncle Ashu, who was simply hiding from your terrorizing activities in the pit toilet? Couldn’t you even have mercy and tell your terrorist friends that Uncle Ashu, was your Father’s elder brother and successor of your grandfather?
How did you feel watching the ash-remains of grand Mama Apih in our ruined Kwakwa community? I am sure you still remember mama Apih very well? – that Bametah grand mum, who used to give us beautifully roasted makabo cocoa and “red oil” mixed with little salt, when we sometimes returned from government school Kwakwa, very hungry and mum was still in the farm. Yes, that is the grand ma you and your terrorist friends burned alive in her home. You people have done same in several other villages, rendering the villagers homeless and putting families in a state of total mourning and confusion.
To be continued …
Yours Sincerely Agbor Louis Etame
Exclusively sent to BaretaNews
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| An Open Letter to My Ambazonian Brother in the Colonial Terrorist-Military of La Republique |
That is, your immediate community and “Anglophone Cameroonians” who constitute part of the so-called state. That’s why we have always supported and celebrated with you in those January 1st days when you were decorated with epaulettes for your meritorious services to the state and the people who pay you.
My Bro, by the time you entered that the terrorist force, you know we from this part of the Cameroons, were all very ignorant about ourselves as a people and our entire history as Southern Cameroonians. We believed then, that we, with our so-called Francophone brothers and sisters were one people, in one nation, with two different different languages but with a common destiny.
Even though we had our individual differences with the Francophone citizens, we believed then that no matter what happens, we could all rise up and support each other as brothers and sisters to fight a common enemy against our collective interest and destiny as citizens of one nation called Cameroon.
But the events of the last one and a half years have open our eyes and the eyes of the smallest child in Kwakwa, to the realities and the true story of who we really are as a people and how majority of these our so-called Francophone brothers and sisters look at us.
I hope you don’t want want me to start giving you examples again in this letter, of what we have gone through living with them in this so-called nation, who you are as a Southern Cameroonian in the present political configuration, and the treatments and tags we have gotten from them during this difficult period.
As an Ambazonian born terrorist military officer among them, I’m sure you even have better examples to share with me than myself. Of course you’ve often explained to me the disgust with which some of them and even your bosses look at you “Anglophones” in the colonial force.
With all these, my brother, it is absolutely very shameful and disappointing, that I, as your blood brother, including our best and childhood friend, who are better educated than you are, have fruitlessly tried several times through my convincing writings, to get you to defect from the terrorist colonial force of Paul Biya and stand with your people in this moment of history in your life, career, community and as a Southern Cameroonian.
Unfortunately, it would appear you have made up your mind to die a slave to Paul Biya, even if it means burning down your own home village in Southern Cameroons, and killing all those grand mums who used to give us cassava and plum, roasted cocoyam and palm oil, in those days when we often returned from school very famished.
You have vehemently resisted all my attempts to cajole you joined the Ambazonian Restoration Forces and defend your own people, community and homeland. I therefore begin to wonder whether you are still really the brother I know or you are under the influence of Mr. Biya’s bloody cham. Or are you being inspired by the poem we read in the “Sheldon Book of Verses” in form five of CCAST Kumba that; “it is sweet and worthy to die fighting for your fatherland”? Who told you La Republique du Cameron (LRC) is your fatherland?
Brother, how did you feel participating as a Terroriser to burn our own entire village of Kwakwa and our mums village of Kembong? How did you feel participating in the burning down of late grand Pa’s only legacy house in Bole Bakundu and shooting to death uncle Ashu, who was simply hiding from your terrorizing activities in the pit toilet? Couldn’t you even have mercy and tell your terrorist friends that Uncle Ashu, was your Father’s elder brother and successor of your grandfather?
How did you feel watching the ash-remains of grand Mama Apih in our ruined Kwakwa community? I am sure you still remember mama Apih very well? – that Bametah grand mum, who used to give us beautifully roasted makabo cocoa and “red oil” mixed with little salt, when we sometimes returned from government school Kwakwa, very hungry and mum was still in the farm. Yes, that is the grand ma you and your terrorist friends burned alive in her home. You people have done same in several other villages, rendering the villagers homeless and putting families in a state of total mourning and confusion.
To be continued …
Yours Sincerely Agbor Louis Etame
Exclusively sent to BaretaNews
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