Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Mamfe: The City of Tantalus
Long time ago lived a god called Tantalus. He was punished by the gods to live in a garden for trying to escheat death. The garden had everything, but he was deprived of everything. When he was thirsty and wanted to drink water, the water dried out, and if he was hungry and wanted to eat an apple, the tree sprung away from him. Tantalus lived in paradise but was dying of dearth. I hear the cries of women and children, young girls and young boys moaning for water and electricity. I hear the politicians singing lullabies to them. I hear SNEC and the government beating the drums of water, electricity and roads during elections. Surgeries cannot take place in our hospital because there is no electricity. I see the light is on and off. I see the kids go back to the river infested with crocodiles to fetch their drinking water from the same water where cows dumb their excreta. I see the people dehydrated. That is Mamfe; yes, our Mamfe!
We are wondering why the GCE results in Mamfe are going down, down, down and down. The kids cannot read when it is dark. Perhaps you want them to go back to using kerosene lamps, but the pumps cannot function well all the time because of lack of electricity.
On top of the dearth, sits the SNEC director and his workers enjoying what our parents fought for. That land is ours, and we must enjoy the fruits of its labor. That water is ours, so we must and should not be charged. Why do SNEC directors have water, but the rest of Mamfe has no water? I guess we are happy with Mamfe being tarred.
Mamfe has no road to the rest of Cameroon. It is an enclave! Are there young people in Mamfe? Is it the same Mamfe that defeated the Germans with their machine guns? So why are you leaving the SNEC people to treat you that way? If the masses cannot have water, the SNEC directors too should not have water. I say get up and let the government know you are alive. Young people, you must start to fight for help to come from outside.
I see my sisters and brothers stuck in mud for two weeks just for a 40 mile road. All the towns in the South West have roads in and out of them except Mamfe. I mean Mamfe of all towns. Yes, Mamfe the city of light! What an IRONY!
Here are the people of Mamfe, with all the politicians they have produced, yet Mamfe is still an inland. That woman who died because she could not be operated could have lived. That child who failed the GCE should not have failed if he or she had the light to read at night.
Mamfe, where are your young ones? What is their future? Learn from the Buea people. No one pays water there! SNEC has not succeeded there. Sometimes it takes violence to get the kingdom back. I mean until they bring you water.
As for you in the Diaspora, this is no more the time to go home to organize football matches. This is not the time to buy generators. This is the time to assist them in driving away the oppressor. This is the time of digging those pipes off the ground and driving those SNEC workers away. God hates injustice, and I hate injustice.
Tom was a young aspiring boy; the only son of his mother. He fell sick, but before they could carry him to Kumba, he died on the way because there were no roads. This is a fictitious story, but if you conduct a survey right now, you will find it a true story for many have experienced it. That is the calamity of Mamfe, our Mamfe.
Until then, Young people of Mamfe arise.
Prince & PA Hamilton Ayuk.
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