𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣

I wrote this after the series of deaths and protests that followed the proclamation of the 2025 presidential election results in my country, Cameroon. 🇨🇲

The people felt so deeply that their votes weren’t taken into consideration, so they marched out ,forcing their voices to be heard through violence.

I felt so sad watching everything unfold, especially because something similar had happened a few years back with the ongoing Anglophone crisis. Watching a history that wasn’t completely over repeat itself again brought deep sadness to my heart, a history of great sadness, death and blood that is still very much encrypted into the minds of os thousands of people.

I wrote this, as a means of igniting hope and faith in change in the hearts of whoever reads it . The first edition of this was titled " 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞" , a title in our local languages (pidgin) which translates to " 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 " .

Here comes the message:

* 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 *

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𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚,

Do you see it?

Do you feel it?

Can you smell it?

Wait, hold on ...

Do you even believe it exists?

I mean,

we've seen — we've talked,

we've advocated — we've advised,

we've marched — we've protested,

we’ve gone on countless strikes 💔

But to what extent?

They tell us youths are the leaders of tomorrow your decision matters, your vote counts,

But… does it really? 💔

I know a friend who walked miles to vote,

I know a brave lady who left her sick bed to count votes,

I know a man who risked his life to cast his voice in the form of a ballot paper…all in the hope of giving change a chance.

But to what extent!!!

I want to tell us to have faith, to have hope,

But I can't,

For I myself am slowly losing hope.💔

I've cried in my room, shed tears thinking of all the efforts and sacrifices poured into this.

Alas,

I have no tears left,

and I've got no strength to voice out my thoughts anymore 💔

I asked God why?

I asked if I didn't pray enough, cry enough, or say the right words.

Or maybe...

Just maybe...

I should've prayed on my belly!!!

Would it have been answered then, Dad?

I want to yell at You, but I'm reminded of all the moments you came through for me.

I want to stop believing in You, but the earth is filled with way too many mysterious creatures and miracles for me to ignore the existence of a Supreme being.

So here I am — writing, talking, crying, yet running back to you.

You still have a plan... right?

𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙊𝙣 !!!!

I just remembered something vital ,

People marching , people breaking,

Guns being thrown like it was corn thrown to birds.

I know we are angry ,

I know we've lost hope completely.

But I dare say,

Please, HOPE again.

I dare say,

Please, go home to your families and friends.

I dare say

Please, NO MORE STRIKES 💔.

We've seen and experienced the devastating effects of protests.

NO MORE DEATHS, please.

We are used to lying on the floor either way,

Just lie down one more time it wouldn't hurt, right...

✍🏿 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑎

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I hope whoever reads this, never stops believing in hope and change. Keep advocating through non-violent means, change is on the way 🍀.