Why Cameroon Needs a System Change

People come and go, and the system remains!

I normally should not mind other people's business, however, we are forced to share labensraum and I have no choice, being like the proverbial real mother of Solomon's judgement, I must pray that if our child be stolen, it should at least be well cared for by the thief.

Iya Mohammed is securely locked away beneath the rusted iron gates of Kondengui. Samuel Etoo alias l'enfant terrible is thousands of light years away from the food house. Iya has been replaced by Tombi who promised heaven and earth. Adoum has been replaced by an old bowing champion and professional sycophant (a cow has no problem bowing to a greater cow). Blaise Moussa of high pedigree, trained in European and modern management, with stubborn Tombi are now in charge. But we still see the same old results. Jesus's ancient wisdom still withstands modern scientific examination: no new wine in old skins. The skin is the problem. The software, the algorithms, with which our public management system functions. Tombi says lions were disgraced because of no initiative. Yet we all know, initiative and proactivity are enemies because of the danger of triggering a revolution that will dislodge an arch-ox from the helm of the human herd.
Mr who? I do not want to call you an ox, though the difference is definitely not clear. Owner of this system! Change as many individuals as you want. Appoint as many bootlickers to as many commissions... Light as many fires as possible and come and pretend to put them out. Create as many false religions like ... grand this..., large that..., horizon twenty thirty-..., one and indivisible that..., etc. Poor Oyongo Bitolo will miss his flight. Matip will say I told you so. France will snigger and smirk as Kilian Mbappé scores their goals.
And time keeps rotting away, while we keep missing opportunities, children keep going to die crossing the Mediteranean in canoes, and an ox keeps going to gratify their addiction for swiss eau glacée. And France keeps earning our pay. And disgrace keeps accumulating on our door step (the stolen baby will one day go to its real mother. But for now, it is still a rumour that this here, is not its mother so I must use "our", even as I know if it depended on the stolen baby, the right word will be "their"). Thank you for your patience if you read through, you do understand, I know you do. Work now more than ever for a change of system. Do not wait and see, or we may never see.

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