I CriedA Poem by Obia RanndyI cried! I cried when I heared that our PM boarded Swiss Airline instead of Camairco for a State trip. I cried more when I heard that some ministers boarded Camairco without paying a dime. I cried about Camairco’s survival, when our ministers board it for free and the PM goes Swiss. I cried! I cried when the minister of universities said our Professors are fence-sitters. I cried! How can our professors sign Motion’s of Support and pretend they didn’t? I cried out loud when the said minister used Latin and Greek (Dead Languages) to defend his cause. I cried! I cried tears of joy when I saw Mourinho’s Real Madrid beat Barça to win the King’s Cup. I cried louder when I saw Barça’s Pep Guardiola dumbfounded at the Mestilla Stadium. I cried loudest when I saw Sergio Ramos break the cup into pieces, “ish” I said. I cried! I cried when I heard the Minister of Gorillas defining Motion of support on Cameroon Calling. I cried out loud that and intellectual has been transformed into a praise singer. I cried, after all, that is the definition of politics in the Cameroonian context. I cried! I cried when I heard UBSU had elected a leader, Nemkul. I cried more, reflecting on the importance of UBSU in UB. UBSU is rubbish! I cried when I remember the UBSU that used to be, Wanobi’s UBSU, that was a student’s union. I cried! I cried when I heard a top military official was involved in the Bonaberi Bank show-down. I cried more when I remember our army minister said they were pirates and that they were killed. I cried better, knowing a newer version of the story will come up in the days ahead. I cried! I cried when I saw 300 000 Cameroonian “youths” apply for the 25 000 jobs secured for them. I cried when I saw some faint, collapse and cry under the arid climate in Yaounde. I also cried when I saw 17 year-old kids applying for the famous 25 000 jobs, on es où là. I cried! I cried when I heard that midnight journeys will soon be deleted by the transport ministry. I cried out loud that why should they do so? Is it my fault that they are no street lights? I cried more when I think I am one of those midnight passengers. I cried! And I guess I will keep crying. © 2013 Obia Ranndy |
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1 Review Added on April 18, 2013 Last Updated on April 18, 2013 AuthorObia RanndyYaounde, Centre, CameroonAboutAficionado of good writing. Translator by profession and a fan of good language! more..Writing
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