Biya, the Cristiano Ronaldo of Cameroon
politics
In his 2016 Youth Day Message, President
Biya once again outwitted the youths of Cameroon. He made no announcement by
making an announcement. He announced a three-year special youth plan and urged
the youth to embrace agriculture. He said the plan would cost 102 billion FCFA
to implement but failed to say exactly what the plan is about and how it would
proceed.
By Lord Havöc in Yaounde
Have you observed the deftly ease with
which Real Madrid’s Portuguese megastar, Cristiano Ronaldo, chases the ball?
Have you witnessed the awe-inspiring technique with which he dismisses his
opponents, the modish manner in which he gives passes and the inscrutable way
in which he ‘enters the net’? If you have, then, of course, you know how
Cameroon’s 84-year-old, 33-year-serving President plays politics.
Keen
watchers of our country’s political scene will tell you that there are
politicians and there are politicians. For more than a quarter of a century
now, they have shown us different colours: Bello BoubaMaigari posing as a green
snake in the green grass; John FruNdi and IssaTchiromaBakari adopting
chameleonic postures; Jean Jacques Ekindi playing the incurious ‘Lion chaser’;
Ben Muna being mute, deaf, and evasive; Kah Walla proving to be hot-blooded yet
inconsequentially garrulous; and Paul Ayah Abine trading his political
intrepidity for beguiling legal perks.
Of
course, the undeniable master and maestro in Cameroon, politically speaking,
remains the old fox, the one and only Paul Biya bi Mvondo. Not only has this
overbearing heavyweight pocketed the above-mentioned political midgets, he is
sprawling over the entire body politic of Cameroon with a disguised intention
to suffocate them. Some of his greatest victims are undoubtedly the youths whom
he dribbled once again, Ronaldo-like, in his 11 February address to them last
week.
After
the announcement of the recruitment of 25 000 young certificate holders a few
years ago, which came to pass leaving so much unsettled dust in the air, the
youths of Cameroon were all ears this year for another ‘landmark’ project for
them. If the scenario were to be transposed to a football field, the youth
would be presented as sealing their midfield and goal areas as a way of
preventing the Etoudi Lion from penetrating their defence, except he proclaimed
the good news.
But
the fleet-footed Mr. Biya was not daunted by their human defensive wall. Once
he had the ball, he turned and twisted his body like the veritable maestro that
he is, flying past his adversaries who, to quote ace football commentator,
Zachary Nkwo, “stood at akimbo like traffic policemen.”
Before
the youths could realize, President Biya had outwitted them again. He made no
announcement by making an announcement. His three-year special youth plan means
absolutely nothing. He gave no clues of what the plan would look like or how it
is going to be carried out. The amount he gave as cost of the plan is
unconscionable and enticing, but the content of the plan is nought.
As
it were, uncurious and bovine youths, hearing the astronomical sum attached to
the ‘ghost’ plan, applauded the announcer sheepishly, as if to say the 102
billion FCFA is already in their collective pocket. However, those youths whose
eyes penetrate surfaces have been quick to dismiss the announcement as sheer
rhetoric and a blatant hoax. If they were to ask the President to do the speech
again, they would surely urge him to delete the section carrying the fake
promise.
When
indeed will President Biya stop taking Cameroonians for a ride? When will he
veritably give the youths of Cameroon a chance to bloom and blossom? Did the
people of his generation and those before him like the Ahidjos, the Fonchas,
the Munas, the Endeleys and Egbes, etc. not get to the frontline in their 20s?
Given that he and other ageing blokes are still sitting tight, when can he say
is the tomorrow of our today’s youths?
To
conclude, the President must read the penultimate stanza of a poem titled
‘Letter to Big Daddy’ drawn from the book “Before I Die”. It goes thus:
For
decades, we’ve held you in reverence
We’ve watched you for long with patience
Leave the stage when the applause is
loudest
Don’t be the bird that crumbles with his
nest
Count yourself lucky for being counselled
Others in their sleep have been pummelled
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