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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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Notre père, Bongoyok Djengai, a été promu en gloire le 7 Avril 2017 à Maroua des suites d’une courte maladie.
Rochers de Mbouzao, lancez un grand cri de détresse.
Un ennemi invisible s’est introduit dans la forteresse.
Hélas ! il a frappé durement et rapidement, tel un vent violent.
Hélas ! il se réjouit pour l’instant de son triomphe mirobolant.
Arbres de Soulédé, entonnez des chants funèbres.
Cailloux de Mbardam, portez la couleur des ténèbres.
Car le pionnier du poste agricole de Soulédé s’est évanoui,
Plongeant les cœurs éplorés de sa famille et de ses amis dans la nuit.
Nuages de larmes, arrosez généreusement nos âmes.
Honorables lumières, veuillez cacher ce jour infâme.
Privez-le de l’éclat qui l’a vu naître d’un fils de Mbardam et d’une fille de Roua.
Effacez l’instant fatidique de son dernier soupir dans un hôpital de Maroua.
Papa, nous aurions voulu être à tes cotés au moment du grand voyage ;
Nous aurions souhaité te serrer dans nos bras sur le chemin des âges ;
Mais l’appel du Créateur en qui tu as cru était si pressant
Que tu t’en es allé sans attendre la mélodie de nos cœurs reconnaissants.
Tu fus pour nous un modèle d’ardeur au travail, de discipline, de courage,
De protection de l’environnement, de sagesse et d’amour sans barrage.
Ton investissement incontestable dans notre éducation
Depasse de loin les contours humains de l’appréciation.
Voici venu le temps de nous séparer pour un moment,
Au milieu de la désolation, de cris de douleur et de larmoiement.
Nos cœurs meurtris te disent : « nous nous reverrons un jour, va en paix papa,
Repose-toi dans les bras de celui qui te donna vie, passion et compas. »
Père Eternel, toi qui nous donnas notre père biologique,
Toi qui le repris en ton temps et dans ta divine logique,
Reçois la gloire qui te revient éternellement
Et daigne pardonner nos bégaiements.
Prof. Moussa Bongoyok
Californie (USA), le 8 Avril 2017
© Copyright by Moussa Bongoyok, 2017
English translation of the above poem:
Rocks of Mbouzao, utter a cry of distress.
An invisible enemy has entered the fortress.
Alas! He hit hard and fast, like a violent wind.
Alas! He rejoices for the moment in his triumph.
Trees of Soulede, sing funeral songs.
Stones of Mbardam, wear the color of darkness.
For the pioneer of the agricultural post of Soulede has vanished,
Plunging the tears of his family and friends into the night.
Clouds of tears, water our souls generously.
Honorable lights, please hide this infamous day.
Deprive it of the splendor which saw him born of a son of Mbardam and a daughter of Roua.
Eliminate the fateful moment of his last breath in a hospital in Maroua.
Dad, we would have liked to be by your side at the time of the great journey;
We would have liked to hold you in our arms on the way of the ages;
But the call of the Creator whom you believed was so urgent
That you have gone without waiting for the melody of our grateful hearts.
You were for us a model of ardor at work, of discipline, of courage,
Of protection of the environment, of wisdom and love without a dam.
Your incontestable investment in our education
Far exceeds the human contours of appreciation.
Here comes the time to part for a moment,
In the midst of desolation, cries of pain and tears.
Our bruised hearts say to you: “We shall meet again one day, go in peace dad,
Rest in the arms of the one who gave you life, passion and compass.”
Eternal Father, you who gave us our biological father,
You who took him back in your time and in your divine logic,
Receive the glory that belongs to you eternally
And deign to pardon our stuttering.
(c) copyright by Moussa Bongoyok, 2017
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