Troubled Waters



They came, in complete pandemonium



They caused a scare



They looked drunk and drugged



They shook the little town





Their iron horses, hoot endlessly



Their attires looked scary



Their gaze, deadly



Their intentions, clear





They stormed the market



They scattered items and people



They made the young run



They made the old run



They made those with disability, too, run





In their words, “we are not afraid of death”



In their words, “We are not afraid of the military”



In their words, “We are not afraid of the colonial government”



In their words, “Respect ghost town or we disrespect you”



In their words, “The struggle continues”





As they moved on, they seized petrol from illegal vendors, filled their tanks



As they moved on, they dubbed a petrol station, got fuel, filled their tanks



As they moved on, they revealed they're heading to burial



Burial of a little brother, shot in cold blood



Blood, they say, is a sign of marginalization of a people



Blood, they say, cannot flow in vain





Cry my beloved nation



Things have never been the same again



Genuine dialogue, is what some are saying



Some say Federation is the better option



Others say separation & complete independence is all they want



There seems to be no compromise between faction groups





Well, what will be, will be





[By Nakinti Besumbu Nofuru. Wednesday 13/09/2017. 3:00pm. Written immediately after anglophone bike riders protesters stormed the town of Ndop, in the North West Region of Cameroon, causing disorder based on the fact that the people of the town do not respect ghost town]

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