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29/10/2025

Chapter One ; The Village That Didn’t Look Up

Keven woke early and slept early, like a heart trained to beat softly and never too loudly. The village itself lived as though it feared its own echo. People walked with eyes fixed on the ground, as if the earth held secrets the sky could not be trusted with. Even laughter was cautious, bubbling out quickly and then swallowed again, like a guilty child caught stealing mangoes in the hills of kelang.

Each morning, a bell in the square tolled what the people called truth. Yet this truth was not their own it was written by others, carved in stone they dared not chip, repeated so often that even the goats in the market could have recited it if asked. Nobody questioned. To question was to invite thunder before rain.

One afternoon, a Sage man Pa Samson, bent like an ancient tree but stubborn as a goat that refuses the rope, raised his crooked stick toward the sky. His beard trembled as he declared, “Clouds march from the east!”

The market erupted in laughter. A woman selling groundnuts cackled so hard she nearly spilled her tray. “Look at the sky, Papa Samson!” she jeered. “It’s as blue as my daughter’s wedding cloth. What storm can bruise such a sky?”

Even the palm-wine tapper, already half-drunk before noon, wagged his calabash and added, “Perhaps Samson’s eyes are as old as his knees. He sees clouds in his porridge and thunder in his dreams!” The crowd roared, delighted at the joke.

Eka, a child too curious for her size, clutched her father Mughe’s hand. Her small eyes flicked from the jeering crowd to the old man’s trembling stick. “Papa,” she whispered, “if the sky is clear, why does he look afraid?”

Mughe squeezed her hand, harder than he meant to. “Because he is old,” he said quickly, his gaze nailed to the ground. But his voice trembled, and Eka heard the tremble more than the words. Children always hear trembles,they are sharper than the words adults polish like coins.

That night, the storm came heavy as iron pots crashing from the sky. Roofs furnished with grass peeled away like careless banana leaves, water roared through the village that had never learned to swim, and chickens floated by with the indignity of boats that had never volunteered.

Mughe’s own house rattled as though it were praying for mercy, and Eka clung to him with wide eyes that asked, How could laughter stop rain?

When dawn finally dragged itself over the soaked town, the bell tolled again: “It was the will of the winds.”

And just like before, the people nodded in agreement. They wiped mud from their faces, tied their wrappers tighter, and preferred to blame mystery instead of looking into the mirror truth had shoved before them.
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28/10/2025

Cameroon on the Brink: The Political Gamble Around Issa Tchiroma

Yaoundé, October 2027 Cameroon is standing at a dangerous crossroads. The presidential election of October 12 has left the nation deeply divided, and the question of Issa Tchiroma’s fate has become a national gamble with consequences that could alter the course of the republic.

Tchiroma, the opposition leader many believe to have won the polls, has emerged as a figure larger than his own party. To his supporters, he represents the people’s mandate, a symbol of hope after decades of political stagnation. To the regime, however, he is a direct threat to its survival. The uncertainty of what the government might do with him hangs like a storm cloud over the country.

If the state were to arrest him, the immediate outcome would be explosive. Across the nation, from Yaoundé to Douala, the sentiment is clear: such an act would be seen as a deliberate assault on democracy itself. The protests already gripping major cities would swell into mass uprisings, possibly beyond the control of the security forces. History shows that repression often breeds resistance, and in this case, the detention of the man believed to be president-elect could unite disparate groups from students and unions to the diaspora into one unstoppable force. The international community would also react sharply, likely with sanctions, diplomatic pressure, and calls for an urgent transition. Yet, within the ruling circle, some might see such a move as necessary to reassert control, even at the risk of plunging Cameroon into deeper chaos.

On the other hand, if the government decides against arresting him, the danger lies in allowing Tchiroma to remain free as the living embodiment of contested power. His speeches already draw massive crowds, and his defiance gives shape to the belief that sovereignty has shifted away from the palace. Some observers whisper that he may even form a “people’s government,” a symbolic presidency that challenges the state from outside. For the regime, tolerating such a rival weakens its authority day by day. For the people, however, his continued freedom fuels hope that the transition they voted for is still possible. The tension in this scenario is more subtle but no less dangerous: it creates a slow erosion of the government’s legitimacy and an atmosphere of permanent instability.

Perhaps the greatest danger lies in the third option the possibility that the state simply ignores the cries of the people. To dismiss the anger of millions who feel robbed of their voice is to risk turning protest into outright resistance. In markets, churches, and schools, the talk is no longer about patience but about destiny. When a people are ignored, they stop pleading and begin to withhold their cooperation. Already ghost towns are being called in some areas, and strikes threaten to spread. Internet blackouts and censorship only deepen mistrust, pushing citizens to rely on diaspora media and encrypted networks. The risk here is that Cameroon could witness a historic convergence of grievances: Francophone frustrations over economic hardship merging with Anglophone memories of exclusion. Together, they could create a nationwide storm that no decree or crackdown could easily silence.

The international dimension cannot be ignored. Diplomats in Yaoundé,the African Union, the European Union, and the United States are all watching closely pressure. France, a key ally, is caught between its ties to the ruling elite and its fear of being seen as supporting illegitimacy. External actors may not decide who governs, but they will shape the costs of each choice: sanctions, aid suspensions, visa bans, and mediation efforts loom as possible tools.

What happens next depends on several critical factors. If the military and gendarmerie remain unified, the government may weather the storm for a time, but if cracks appear within the ranks, the balance of power could shift overnight. If protests remain disciplined, cross-regional, and sustained, the movement will grow harder to contain and more attractive to international mediators. Equally decisive will be whether elites inside the ruling coalition seek guarantees for their own futures exit deals, amnesties, or safe havens that could open the door to compromise. Without such assurances, they may cling to power at all costs, dragging the country deeper into crisis.

Cameroon’s future in the next six months could take several paths. A negotiated transition, perhaps under the guidance of the African Union, is possible if protest stamina combines with fractures inside the regime. Such a deal might involve a unity government, an electoral audit, or even a fresh vote. Another possibility is a frozen conflict, where neither side fully wins, and the country limps forward under rolling protests, partial concessions, and deep mistrust. The most dangerous scenario is rupture a failed crackdown or military split that leads to sudden change, whether through a coup, forced resignation, or an abrupt transfer of power.

The stakes are immense. To arrest Issa Tchiroma risks a revolution; to leave him free invites permanent instability; to ignore the people is to gamble with the very existence of the republic. Each choice carries costs that will shape not only the government’s survival but the fate of millions.

For now, Cameroon waits in suspense. The streets are tense, the air is thick with uncertainty, and the people whisper the same question in markets and taxis alike: what will happen next?
By. A.S.K*m

28/10/2025

27/10/2025

A voice of grief 😔

27/10/2025

A voice of grief. So sad 😞

27/10/2025

Enah Pricilia: A Mother Cut Short by Violence.

From Wum, in the North West region, and like many mothers there, she knew the struggles of raising a family in times of hardship. When the Anglophone crisis tore through her community, bringing with it fear, gunfire, and destruction, Pricilia made the hardest choice a mother can make: she left behind her home and everything she knew, choosing instead the uncertain path of exile so her children could live.

With her children at her side, she arrived in Douala, the city of trade and opportunity. But for her, Douala was not about riches. It was about safety, a roof overhead, and food for her children. Life as an Internally Displaced Person (IDP) was harsh, yet Pricilia carried herself with quiet dignity. She worked where she could, selling what is commonly known as Eru in the market, taking up small jobs, doing whatever it took to keep her family afloat.

Neighbors remember her as generous despite her own hardship. “If she had little, she shared it,” one recalls. “Her strength wasn’t just in surviving it was in caring for others even when she had almost nothing.”

But on October 27, 2025, her story met a cruel end. After Cameroon’s election results were declared, Douala descended into tension. Protests filled the streets, soldiers clashed with demonstrators, and gunfire echoed through the city. Pricilia was not protesting. She was simply caught in the middle, a mother on her way like on so many other days thinking of her children. A bullet struck her, and her journey was over.

She fled Wum to escape war, only to meet her demise in Douala, the city where she thought peace could be rebuilt.

For those who knew her, Pricilia will not be remembered only as a victim. She will be remembered as a woman who fought with her bare hands against poverty and displacement. She will be remembered as a mother who lived for her children. She will be remembered for her kindness, her resilience, and her refusal to give up hope.

In her story, Cameroon sees itself: a nation where ordinary lives are too often broken by struggles beyond their control, but where courage continues to shine even in the darkest times.

Rest in peace, Enah Pricilia. May her children carry forward the strength that defined her life.

27/10/2025

Paul Biya Declared Winner of Cameroon’s Presidential Election Amid Rising Tensions

Yaoundé, October 27, 2025, Cameroon’s Constitutional Council has formally declared President Paul Biya the winner of the October 12 presidential election, granting him a new mandate with 53.66% of the vote. The announcement, made on Monday, cements Biya’s grip on power and ushers him into what will be his eighth term since first assuming office in 1982.

The ruling was presented as final and binding under Cameroon’s electoral law, which gives the Constitutional Council the sole authority to proclaim results. Biya, now 92, retains his position as the world’s oldest sitting head of state.

Opposition Rejects Results

The declaration immediately sparked controversy. Opposition leader Issa Tchiroma Bakary, who the Council said won 35.19%, denounced the results as a “masquerade.” His camp released parallel tallies claiming he actually secured a majority of 54.8%, and accused authorities of orchestrating widespread irregularities.

“We know the will of the people,” Tchiroma said outside his Garoua residence. “What has been announced is not democracy, but a theft of the people’s voice.”

Streets in Turmoil

The aftermath of the declaration has thrown the nation into a state of unease and confrontation. Protests erupted in Douala, Yaoundé, Garoua and other cities. Witnesses reported clashes between security forces and demonstrators, with bursts of gunfire heard near Tchiroma’s residence in the north.

Images circulating on social media showed streets filled with angry crowds, makeshift barricades, and heavy police presence. Reports of arrests and injuries have heightened fears of a violent crackdown.

Divided Nation

The election has laid bare Cameroon’s deep political fractures. Many younger voters expressed frustration with Biya’s decades-long rule, citing unemployment, economic stagnation, and ongoing separatist unrest in the Anglophone regions. Civil society groups and media observers also flagged irregularities during the vote, including relocated polling stations and outdated voter lists.

Yet Biya’s supporters hailed the Council’s proclamation as a triumph of legality and stability. The ruling party insists the process followed the constitutional path, and that the president’s re-election ensures continuity in governance.

What Comes Next

The declaration solidifies Biya’s constitutional legitimacy, but his political legitimacy remains sharply contested. Analysts warn that continued demonstrations and a heavy-handed response could destabilize the country further, straining both domestic unity and international relations.

For now, Cameroon stands at a crossroads: one side celebrating victory, the other crying foul, while ordinary citizens brace for uncertainty in the days ahead.
By. A.S.K*m

27/10/2025

What Lies Ahead

As of today, 27 October 2025, Cameroon stands on a knife’s edge. For Biya’s government, the official result is a stamp of continuity and stability. For the opposition, it is a stolen mandate. For ordinary citizens, it is a battle over dignity, hope, and the right to shape their future.

If the government doubles down with repression, the crisis could spiral into a prolonged period of instability, deepening divisions and risking more bloodshed. If, however, dialogue and reform are opened, there is a chance however slim to calm tensions and rebuild trust.

For now, the streets of Douala, Garoua, Yaoundé and beyond remain restless. Cameroon’s map today is not just geographic: it is a chart of anger, grief, and defiance, marking a nation uncertain of its tomorrow.

27/10/2025

🇨🇲 CAMEROON DECIDES – OR DID WE?

The Constitutional Council has declared Paul Biya the winner of the 2025 presidential election with 53.66% of the vote. At 92 years old, Biya is now the world’s oldest president, extending his rule beyond 43 years.

But many Cameroonians feel betrayed. Opposition candidate Issa Tchiroma Bakary insists he is the true winner, pointing to his own figures showing 54.8% support. His supporters have taken to the streets in Douala, Garoua, and other towns to protest. Security forces responded with force — at least 4 people are reported dead many more are arrested.

For millions of youths, this result is a heavy blow. Over 70% of our people are under 35, yet power remains in the hands of a 92-year-old leader who has been in charge since 1982. Our dreams for change, jobs, and justice feel crushed again.

Still, the struggle continues. The election has revealed the thirst for change and the courage of a people tired of oppression. Whether through protests, legal battles, or future organizing, Cameroonians are showing the world that we will not be silenced.

This is more than an election. It is a test of our nation’s soul. Are we going to continue under the shadow of dictatorship, or will the voice of the people one day prevail?

26/10/2025

Biggy 237 Season Three.

The gates of the mansion creaked open on the 24th of August 2025, spilling thirty-two hopefuls into a house that would soon become both their sanctuary and their battlefield. Bright lights glowed on polished marble floors, cameras blinked from every corner, and the air was thick with nervous laughter and the pounding of hearts. It was not just another reality show — it was a dream factory, a crucible where ambition would be tested, and where only the sharpest, the strongest, and the most beloved would survive.

The Shock of the First Week

From the very beginning, the season announced itself with thunder. The first week ended in devastation when five housemates — Cloribeth, Boris, Pepper, Etin, and Silas — were evicted in one brutal night. Their suitcases rolled out under the stunned silence of the others, leaving shadows of fear on every face. Spicy Ngo, trembling with anxiety and unable to withstand the suffocating tension walked out voluntarily due to medical reason. Her tears, captured in the glare of the cameras, became one of the earliest unforgettable images of the season. The mansion that had felt spacious suddenly turned heavy, like a cage filled with distrust.

The Language Wars

Biggy 237 is unique because of its language-switching rules. Each day was dedicated to a different tongue — English, French, Pidgin, or Camfranglais. What was meant to be a celebration of Cameroon’s diversity often ignited fiery disputes. One unforgettable evening, Wallo Sirri confronted Charm Leonie for refusing to stick to Pidgin Day, her elegant French defiance clashing against his Anglophone pride. Voices rose, tempers flared, and the mansion divided into tense corners. Fans online called it the “Language War,” and memes flew across social media, proving that the house was more than a game — it was a mirror of the country’s struggles with identity.

Blossoms of Affection

Even in the midst of quarrels, softer emotions bloomed. Tilla Tafari and Nicky Nisa found comfort in each other’s company, their whispered conversations in the corner beds and lingering gazes at the kitchen counter sparking speculation. Viewers fell in love with their budding romance, calling them the “golden duo” of the mansion. Their bond became a shield in a house where alliances shifted like sand dunes.

Betrayals and Tears

As the weeks unfolded, leadership changed like the tide. Mayor Bryan’s reign as Head of House turned bitter as his nominations angered both friends and foes. Emmaculate Alemleke’s time as leader was no easier; her calm voice and gentle smile masked hard decisions that sent Faya Tata and Ebane Lanya packing. Each eviction was a wound. When Dollar Webster, one of the season’s most vibrant personalities, was evicted, the house fell into stunned silence. He had been loud, funny, and full of swagger — and his exit reminded everyone that outside votes could be as cruel as fate itself.

The Great Purge

Week Eight descended like a storm. Five housemates — Blench Blanche, Mayor Bryan, Charm Leonie, Yeri Benz, and Joana Wam — were cast out in a single, merciless sweep. Tears flowed freely. Joana, with trembling lips and glistening eyes, delivered a farewell speech that left even the strongest choking back emotion. Her voice cracked as she thanked her fans and warned the finalists to “hold fast to their truth.” That night, the mansion felt hollow, its walls echoing with goodbyes.

The Rise of the Final Ten

By the time the smoke cleared, ten names remained: Bongadou Albert, Anyi Empress, Satz Ngwa, Victor Enow, Wallo Sirri, DP Yong, Emmaculate Alemleke, Tilla Tafari, Nicky Nisa, and Emilia Njuba. These were not just contestants anymore — they had become characters in a national saga, each carrying the love, anger, or admiration of thousands watching beyond the mansion walls.

The tasks grew harder, demanding creativity, endurance, and emotional strength. In one unforgettable challenge, housemates were asked to craft a performance that combined music, dance, and multilingual storytelling. Bongadou’s calm delivery and quiet determination shone, while Empress’s charisma and fiery stage presence drew thunderous applause. Satz’s clever wit and Victor’s powerful voice also earned respect, making the finale unpredictable.

The Night of Destiny

The 25th of October 2025 was a night of glittering lights, pounding music, and restless hearts. The ten finalists stood together, knowing that months of sweat, laughter, quarrels, and tears would now be judged in a single announcement. Fans across Cameroon and the diaspora voted feverishly, their voices merging into one great wave of decision.

When the final verdict came, the mansion exploded with cheers: Bongadou Albert was the winner of Biggy 237 Season Three. Calm, strategic, and resilient, he had played the long game with quiet strength. By his side, Anyi Empress, radiant and unbroken, accepted her place as runner-up, her name echoing across the nation like a queen’s anthem. The others bowed out gracefully, their legacies sealed.

The Legacy of Season Three

This season was not just about entertainment. It was a canvas of Cameroon’s youth — ambitious, fiery, loving, quarrelsome, but unyielding in spirit. It gave the people stories to argue about, romances to root for, and conflicts to dissect over late-night social media debates. It showed how unity and division can live under the same roof, and how dreams can be both made and shattered under the unblinking eye of a camera.

As the mansion lights dimmed and the house sank back into silence, one truth remained: Biggy 237 Season Three had carved itself into the memory of a nation. For Bongadou Albert, it was the start of stardom. For Empress and the others, it was a springboard to fame. And for Cameroon, it was proof that its own stories, told in its own voices, could be just as powerful, dramatic, and unforgettable as any reality show in the world.
By. A.S.K*m

25/10/2025

Voices in Chains

O Cameroon, thou cradle of my kin,
Thy valleys green, thy mountains vast within;
Yet lo! beneath thy golden-burning sun,
Thy children weep, their noble dreams undone.

Behold, the learned, scrolls in hand they bear.
Degrees, Masters, and lofty PhDs rare;
Yet none a station find, nor office seat,
But hunger’s pangs and beggary’s defeat.
Hark! the streets resound with muffled moans,
Each tear a stone, each sigh a nation’s groans.
The minds of youth, like gardens left to waste,
Lie fallow still, whilst rulers feign their haste.
Verily, from yon throne of scorn and guile,
Do lies like tempests thunder all the while.
“Opportunity!” they cry, yet all is smoke,
And hope is strangled by autocracy’s yoke.
O cursed fate! jobs vanish as the mist,
Whilst horror, pain, and suffering do persist.
The restless youth, with wings of grief, take flight,
To foreign lands that promise kinder night.
And lo, the poor, in chains of want do drown,
Their parchments, worthless scrolls, a jesting crown.
What boots a PhD, when bread is none?
What use is wisdom, if no labour’s won?
O Cameroon! how long must thou endure?
How long shall falsehood reign, whilst truth obscure?
Yet mark this oath, though sorrow rend thy core.
No autocrat’s reign endureth evermore.
For like the tempest breaking on the shore,
The people’s wrath shall shake the throne once more.
The iron will, the flame that cannot die,
Shall cleave the chains, and lift thy banner high.
Anon shall dawn arise with crimson ray,
And autocracy’s long night be chased away.
Then shalt thy sons and daughters freely sing,
No more in chains, but free as breath of spring.
By A.S. K*m