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The Prayer of Habakkuk

  • In what ways COVID-19 has impacted the local economy and even spiritual life negatively?
  • What do we learn from Habakkuk in such challenging times and how do we apply these lessons to our individual and collective lives?
  • Joy must characterize the life of a follower of the Lord Jesus Christ. If there is no joy in your daily life, please watch as there is certainly a spiritual leak. Ask yourself these diagnostic questions: Am I complaining often? Do I have the tendency to blame others for almost everything? Do I talk to myself negatively? Do I dwell in my past successes or failures? Do I resist to change? Do I want to please everybody (which by way is am impossible task)? Do I doubt God’s wonderful plan for my life? Do I neglect my Bible study, church attendance, and prayer life? I am hiding to commit sin or life my life like an ungodly person without a respectful fear of God? Am I jealous? Am I envious? Am I afraid of what will happen to me given my current life circumstances? Bring these issues to the Lord in prayer and your will enjoy His peace and joy.
  • Prof. Moussa Bongoyok

Orality in African Context: Learning Style & Pedagogy 

Gorée ou le miroir de la liberté

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.

WHO WILL LIVE FOR THOSE WHO NO LONGER HAVE HEADS? A shout in the desert of International Community

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)

Les cris de douleur d’un peuple en détresse suite aux exactions meurtrières de Boko Haram


Lamentations d’un jeune Mafa de Moskota condamné à l’exil dans des conditions infrahumaines suite aux exactions meurtrières de la secte islamiste Boko Haram contre les populations du Mayo Tsanaga dans l’Extrême-Nord du Cameroun.
Lamentations of a young Mafa from Moskota condemned to live in exile, and in infrahuman conditions, following the murderous killings of the Islamist sect Boko Haram against the populations of Mayo Tsanaga in the Far North of Cameroon.


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