The True Story of my Life
This is not fiction! But the true story of my life. It's not the worst though, but something at least worth reading about... Just read on, perhaps you will see why, or not. It doesn't matter either way... What matters is to move on....
January 6th 1995 is fresh in my mind; like yesterday. It will forever be. How can I forget this day in which my life nose dived through a 360 degree turn, with unfathomable circumstances stretching beyong time and space.
I was a passenger on board Cameroon Airline's boeing 737 flight from Johannesburg to Douala(Cameroon). It was the last stopover at the Kinshasa airport in then Zaire, and I stood on the tarmac watching the lights and limps of this great city etching away the last days of former dictator Mobutu Sese seko. Then, current dictator Laurent Kabila was somewhere in the southern forests preparing his ambush, which brought him to power two years later. Back in the plane, my mind in the flight of immagination flew back to the neon streets of Johannesburg, revisiting my brief sojourn there. For the umpteenth time I saw again the Queen Victoria building; a mammoth palace in Jo'burg, which had been bought by one of Cameroon's ministers for over $70 million!
I sighed sipping my coke. It was 30 minutes to landing time and my mind projected to the immediate future. Thinking about relatives waiting to pick me up, and how I will recount tales of the new South Africa that had pulled off the shackles of apartheid. I sat thinking about the story under my belt, and how I will do a job in exposing Ministers involved in it. I sat thinking.... yet blind to reality; poor me; not knowing I was about to keep a fatal appointment with my destiny. A year before, I had written a poem THE CALLING. Some how, that part of my being which is omniscient had inspired me to tabulate in poetry what lay ahead...of me.
While daydreaming in the plane, a sinister drama was equally unfolding; fixing me in the centre of a designed plot typical of espionage movies, that was to permanently disorientate my life. Agents of CENER; Cameroon's secret service network stationed in Jo'burg, connected with their headquarters alleging that an Anglophone cameroonian journalist was on board; ... a suspect with subversive documents. The decision to travel to South Africa came after I was arrested twice as a result of articles I wrote which were considered to be offensive and insultive to the government.
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You are, and was meant to be a great writer. What are you doing in Poland. Is it more open to practice your gifted profession without any hurdles. It was refreshing reading your page. God bless you.
Posted by: Innocent Akufor | July 20, 2004 at 03:11 PM
If you survived all these things you went through, then Nothing should ever stand between your pen and paper. I doubt if you are going to see worse. Just always write the truth. "Speak the truth and it shall set you free".
God bless and strenghten you.
Posted by: Lee | July 26, 2004 at 04:31 PM
Yours is an amazing escape from death. La Republique du Cameroun has perfected the art of "State Terrorism" and is an instrument of French Neocolonialism in Africa.
Keep the faith and join your brethren to support the de-annexation of Britich Southern Cameroons by La Republique du Cameroun. http://fdrsoutherncameroons.org.
Ba Kuvima
European Co-ordinator, Paris.
Posted by: Ba Kuvima | February 27, 2005 at 12:51 PM
Hello, my name is Malgorzata Borkowska. Heard about You from Sanford Biggers. Am a journalist working for polish TRYBUNA daily national newspaper. I would like to meet you and learn more about your story. You can contact me at gosik24@yahoo.com
or 505 477 023
Kind regards, Malgorzata Borkowska
Posted by: Gosia Borkowska | August 02, 2005 at 08:38 AM
Hi Simon,
I was browsing around the net and your name came up, got interested more when i read the story about Daniel Feist. I met him in SA when he was consulting for one of the radio stations. Have to agree with you,he was a good man. May his soul rest in peace...
Anyway, I have to join in and say that you are a great writer. What are you doing in Poland, come to SA, you will be safe,anything goes! Keep me posted, the next time you decide to come visit the sunny MZANTSI.
Posted by: Ntswaki Ngwenya | September 20, 2005 at 12:09 PM
Hi just keep up doing. God ll award u 4 all u've gone through & he ll make sure they 1 day pay 4 it.&pls send the story of Dinga who died in gastric motor accident.Ttake care.
Posted by: ndzie samba beatrice regine | October 09, 2005 at 08:27 AM
Hi Simon,
You are indeed the true son of our fathers.We have just too many stories to tell about the slavery in which we are living in cameroon today. i suppose there is a day called "THE DAY" and that day will be called "Blessed"
May God bless you brother.
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Posted by: kabuin k. carl | November 21, 2005 at 10:31 AM
Mol,your story is really inspirational.I can relate to most of the things that happened to you in Ghana.Aluta continua, victoria acerta brother!.
Posted by: Sola Onumah | February 20, 2006 at 11:38 AM
Keep up with the good work of informing and educating the entire universe. Where we came from is so unique to us. Don't forget how we lived our lives in our own fatherland. I am proud of you and Molyko will be proud of you as well. (mama, auntie, I want ...)
Posted by: Julius Herbst | March 04, 2006 at 01:51 AM
great site.
Posted by: ROGERSON NTOR-UE, toronto, canada | July 03, 2006 at 08:59 PM