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2 KAMERUN’S AUGUST VISITOR When a thief gets into the safety vault It is never any one’s fault Not even when all is evident The mission was by Mr President Ordered just as I did to kill 1985 And to bury 1985 With none seeing me welcome 1986 Whose ghost, in this month of my birth since Pursues me. And the journey I remember; Awaiting high school GCE results Harbouring no thoughts of assaults And on board a bus from the Tropical Rain Forest To the Grassfield where rest I hoped I find, To my ears the wind Came chanting of Nyos, Cha and Subum Where the bomb resounded boom, boom, boom! And to nature, turned the architect’s accusing finger And when in the future, I wonder, Will my ears of the truth drink For all I know if I think And think properly is I didn’t touch the Grassfield When I was told God’s chosen grandsons were in the field, God indeed has shuttled them there quicker And faster than would run any duiker So they could minister care And mask the tear For all to delight And follow the light The light they threw away from the truth And none will ever know this in sooth. ...

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