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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