Thursday, November 15, 2018
You are here: Home » Sport » Dear Mbella, Bookmark This Page

Dear Mbella, 

 Dear Mbella,

I was surprised you wrote to me again after that unprecedented kink of procrastination. The prolonged blackout was just normal since you guys are all people of double talk and double speak.
I decided to seal my lips when the fallacy raged on like a wild fire at the Ijim. It was all fiction that the Narcisses laboured in vain to make truer than reality. Otherwise, how could a Dangote of all ramifications be said to be jealous of a pig squeak of very elastic morals and easy virtue, Mbella?
I kept my distance from the quagmire because some of the words the professional simpletons used were quite alien and sardonic to my moral and intellectual warehouse.
That is why I consoled myself by admiring my dogs. It is better than dealing with morally ailing Homo Sapiens. 
You have all along been making a mockery of the great national party for instead savoring the violation of decorum. No more! Our own Article 8.2 is being set into motion. It may not necessarily make victims now. But, what is important is that it has embraced that rampaging aura of kinetic energy. You may not easily diagnose the acrimony that is rocking the Ngoa Ekelle Glass House. Yet, I am at a loss as to who robbed Peter to pay Paul in the Finance Committee where there is milk and honey. What is happening in that group is pregnant and nursing a baby at the same time, to borrow from the late sage, Chinua Achebe. What is clear is that the truth shall prevail, even if its tellers are reduced to a minority of one person.
Mola, I am surprised that the Anglican tabloids were up again with the reunification dirge. Does it make sense when you tell Southern Cameroons (the wife) that closed ranks to become one flesh in the sacrament of matrimony in 1961, to divorce and go back to her father’s compound? 
Your tone and tenor bespeak someone who will insist that the marriage was only for better and not for worse. There is a silver lining in what you all see as a dark cloud. You need to remember with joy the ceremony in which the young juicy Southern Cameroons lost her virginity to La République in Foumban. Detractors have said it was rape, resulting from infatuation and lust for carnal pleasures and not love. Granted! But, the fact is that the union has produced children who cannot be called bastards.
You ought to rather roll out the drums for your in-laws in Buea. It will be ridiculous for anyone to be insisting that a full-blown adult at 50 should capitulate in the face of his numerous challenges and go back to his mother’s womb.
Mola, I usually savour the piece of aphorism that says one can’t have his or her cake and eat it. I am afraid the Prince of the mountains ate his cake when he naturalised as Uncle Sam’s boy. It was a glittering victory to the helm of turbulent SOCAM. Yet, it was the beginning of nemesis for the man who is a citizen of two countries at the same time. Now, hear what Ama is saying: “You have to quit in 10 days!” His detractors and election losers are now all in bliss of sadism. It is a pointer to the claim that the SOCAM GA may be rendered null and void.
Two wrongs do not make a right, but I may be tempted to ask, Mola, how many of us are not citizens of two countries in this triangle? The greatest footballer of the century and the big ogas are. 
Bo, Goodluck is becoming bad luck to many people in that populous country. If you doubt this, find out the content of the letter that OBJ sent to the man from Bayelsa. By the way, that should not really be our concern. We should be preoccupied with the allegation that big guns in Nigeria, Cameroon and the UN lined their pockets in a Bakassi shady deal. The dark room agenda was with the man who steered Uncle Sam to the stormy waters of conflict. 
We hope this is not a piece of creative writing by the Day break tabloid. I pray it turns out not to be so because the guillotine is itchy to go to work.
I would only like to read from you again after all roads must have led to Buea or when the Mbongo Pongo of the Kwifon would have taken place.
 
I greet you,
Yours sincerely 
Ngwa
 

    Add a Comment

    Leave a Reply

    Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

    *


    *