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Posted by bongoyok in action, Africa, African contributions, African studies, Afrique, avenir, colonialisme, contributions africaines, esperance, espoir, Francophone University of International Development, FUID, Hope for Africa, humanite, Institut Universitaire de Développement International, IUDI, nations, oppresseurs, oppression, opprimes, pays en voie de developpement, Peace, poesie, poetry, politique, Prof. Moussa Bongoyok, Réseau de Missiologie Evangélique pour l’Afrique Francophone, resolution de conflits, société, Society, souvenir. Tagged: afro-optimisme, civlisations, culture, etudes africaines, Freedom, French Poetry, Histoire du continent Africain, hope, Liberté, Liberty, nouvelle indépendance, Philosophie politique, Poésie africaine, Slavery, Sociologie. Laisser un commentaire
A-t-on le droit de chanter
quand l’intelligence humaine est esclave de la méchanceté ?
A-t-on le droit de danser
quand le pied du prochain cherche en vain un appui ?
A-t-on le droit de jubiler
quand les chaînes de l’esclavage avalent du sang frais ?
A-t-on le droit de rire
quand la mort est célébrée comme un précieux ami ?
A-t-on le droit de festoyer
quand Gorée se tortille au sommet des langues de feu ?
Ne me parle pas, dragon de l’Ouest,
car mes oreilles sont en divagation au marché de j’aurais été.
Ne me console pas, serpent de l’Est,
car mon cœur est parti à la rivière de si j’avais su.
Ne me fais pas visualiser ton film, foudre du Nord,
car mes yeux sont enfouis dans le champ de j’aurais voulu.
Ne me chatouille pas, diamant du sud,
car mon rire s’est évanoui sur la montagne de si j’avais pu.
Gorée, ô Gorée ! que puis-je dire?
Aucune parole n’est assez forte
pour traduire les sentiments d’un cœur devenu caillou
dans le désert de l’absurdité de la condition humaine.
Mais crois-moi, Gorée,
Un jour les chaînes danseront de joie sur les ailes des étoiles.
Un jour Dieu jettera son regard favorable
et ressuscitera les ossements desséchés des cris silencieux.
Prof. Moussa BONGOYOK
Composé à Mbour au Sénégal le 16/10/2009, après avoir visité l’île de Gorée la veille, et en route vers le village de mon très regretté ami Adama Diouf.
© Copyright by Moussa Bongoyok, 2009.
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Posted by bongoyok in action, activite, Adamaoua, AEA, Africa, African contributions, African music, music, refugees, réfugiés, déplacés, camps de réfugiés, African studies, Afrique, amitie, amour, amour mutuel, avenir, éducation, Bible, blog, blog chrétien, bonte, Cameroon, Cameroun, causes profondes, chretiens, Christian life, christianisme, Christians, cles de succes, communication, conduite, conflits, contributions africaines, crainte de Dieu, culture, dangers, désert, decouragement, desinformation, dialogue, diplomatie, economie, education, encouragement, enfance en danger, enfants, environment, environnement, espoir, ethics, etre humain, etudes africaines, Extreme-Nord, extremisme antireligieux, extremisme religieux, famille, family, Far North, Foi, fondamentalistes, Francophone University of International Development, Francophones, FUID, generosite, genocide, goals, Goodness, guerre, guerre civile, Hope for Africa, human relations, humanite, humilite, humility, information, Institut Universitaire de Développement International, intellectualisme, Intercultural relations, IUDI, justice, justice sociale, leadership, life, limites de la sagesse humaine, Love, Mafa, Mayo Sava, Parkwa, Podoko, Parkwaka, Mofa, Mofahai, mondialisation, mort, nations, nature, nature humaine, Northern Cameroon, objectives, ONU, oppresseurs, oppression, opprimes, Organisations internationales, oubli, paix, paix intereligieuse, pauvrete, pays en voie de developpement, Pays Mafa, pays pauvres, père, décès, mort, perte d'un être cher, Peace, peomes chretiens, peur, philosophie, poeme, poesie, poesie, poetry, politique, postmodernisme, pouvoir, prevention, prevention de conflits, prevoyance, priere, prudence, public, Réseau de Missiologie Evangélique pour l’Afrique Francophone, révolution, RCA, RDC, reconcilliation, relations humaines, relations internationales, Religion, religions, Republique centrafricaine, Republique Democratique du Congo, resolution de conflits, resolutions, respect, richesse, Risk management, sagesse, sagesse africaine, sante publique, Savoir vivre, sécurité, securite publique, Seleka, semaine sainte, Senegal, service, shame and honor, Social Justice, société, Society, souvenir, spiritualite, spiritualite, spirituality, success, Tchad, tenderness, terrorisme, theologie, theology, thinking, time, transformation des conflits, transformation sociale, Travail, université chrétienne, universite, Universite Francophone de Développement International, victimes, victoire, victoire sur la mort, vie chretienne, Vie en societe, vie religieuse, vie sociale, vigilance, village, violence, violences devastatrices, war, wisdom, work, world, light, making a difference, darkness, Jesus, good deeds, Yoruba. Tagged: Galdala, Islamic state, islamism, Kousseri, Koza, Krawa, Libya, Mali, Maroua, Mora, Moskota, Mozogo, Niger, Nigeria, Oupay, Ouzal, salafism, Shebab, Sudan, Talkomari, Tchad, Tourou, Zheleved. Laisser un commentaire
You didn’t hear… or did you hide willingly under the bed of abstraction?
Maybe you did hear about Boko Haram and other terrorist movements in action…
But, you see, your geography professor told you as did your musician,
With all the calm and seriousness of an academician,
That Kousseri, Maroua, Mora, Tourou, Moskota, Koza, Ouzal, Mozogo,
And other localities or infrahuman countries must go,
Because their humanity index is so low, and,
They are located on an unknown planet, the land of tomorrow.
Why worry about the future
While one calmly drinks today’s culture?
Maybe you didn’t see what is happening on social media as your soul became a taro…
Because, above all, you must set your economic priorities right to beat the antihero
And accumulate as much power and things as you can carry in your empty barrow.
Your business professor told you so, with his academic sombrero.
Your financial advisor is such a genius so different from the harrow
That you gather things, things and more things, and the great dinero.
You eat power, power and more power over bones without a marrow.
Aren’t they mere keys to your success today and tomorrow?
Your eyes can’t see while you dream to be the next pharaoh
And, after all, your neighbor is just a dried arrow!
Who will cry for those who no longer have heads?
Who will become a shelter for those who no longer have beds?
Who will eat for those who can no longer smell the odor of fresh breads?
Who will bring joyous colors to lives painted in multiple reds?
Who will tell Europe, America, Asia and others, that Boko Haram spreads
Faster and deeper than the swiftest fighters and meds?
Who will act? Who will dig? Who will lovingly address the roots
Instead of relying solely on boots?
Oh! I wish you and I were the recovered triumphant shouts of the voiceless!
Oh! I wish you and I were the beautiful tears of the tearless!
Oh! I wish you and I were the real wealth of the resourceless!
Oh! I wish you and I were the reconstructed ramparts of the powerless!
Oh! I wish you and I were the regained smiles of the hopeless!
Oh! I wish you and I were the lost but found face of the faceless!
Oh! I wish you and I were the living image of the divine rock for the baseless!
Oh! I wish you and I were the real value of lives so priceless!
Regardless of our religious backgrounds, we are all humans;
Would you and I actively navigate against the currents and stop treating others as subhumans?
Moussa Bongoyok, PhD
Professor of Intercultural Studies and Holistic Development
President of Institut Universitaire de Développement International (IUDI)
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Posted by bongoyok in poetry. Tagged: bruden, cry, grief, Martha Murray, mourning, moussa bongoyok, poem, sadness, sorrow, tears. Laisser un commentaire
(Poem in memory of Martha Murray, June 12, 1918-October 17, 2009)
Flow, tears of sadness, flow.
Go, tears of sadness, go.
Tears of distress,
tears of the stress,
do not be shy; do not get scared by mankind.
Borrow the voice of Bartimaeus the blind.
Run, jump, fly.
Go, and fly high.
Go and wake up the Mandara Mountains.
Go and stand near all the Mokolo fountains.
Tell my people that one dear wing has gone above our zone.
Tell them that the other wing is left alone.
Tell them that California is shaking.
Tell them that my heart is aching.
Run, jump, fly.
Go, and fly high.
Put my pain and anguish in a bag tied with a strong rope.
Throw them in the ocean of hope,
and everything will be fine.
For our mother Martha Murray is gone to shine
among the brightest and most faithful stars in the sky.
Tell everybody that she will never die.
Flow, tears of joy, flow.
Grow, tears of joy, grow.
Fly, tears of holiness, fly.
Go and glorify the Eternal and Most High.
(c) Copyright by Moussa Bongoyok, 2009
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Nov
Posted by bongoyok in adoration, Africa, Afrique, cameroun, consecration, integrite, louange, poesie, service, spiritualite. Tagged: adoration, argile, Cameroun, consecration, faconne, Francophone University of International Development, Institut Universitaire de Développement International, louange, moussa bongoyok, poeme, poesie, potier, priere, service, Universite Francophone de Developpement International. 2 commentaires
Seigneur, comme un potier façonne ma vie.
Je suis de l’argile sale et poursuivie.
Fais de moi un reflet de ton intégrité.
Fais de moi un creuset de ta tranquillité,
l’un des plus propres vases d’honneur
pour ta gloire ;
un tambour parfumé du bonheur
de l’histoire.
Que chaque fibre de mon âme reflète ta beauté,
ton trésor d’amour inconditionnel et ta sainteté!
Comme un doux ouragan de ta paix
qui danse au rythme de tes bienfaits
vivement
constamment
fidèlement
et calmement.
Moussa Bongoyok
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