Dibussi Tande, a poet and writer, who owns Scribbles from the Den wrote a poem in honour of Barrister Agbor Felix Nkongho, the Chairman of the Cameroon Anglophone Civil Consortium on January 31, 2017 while he was in jail. The stanzas holds true inspiration, motivation and words that emboldened the soul of leader of the Consortium.  Below are the words as scripted by the Great Dibussi Tande

 

They have you behind bars, But you’re as free as a bird!

I remember those Afghanistan days

When I would open social media with dread

Hoping not to be slapped by news that

A Taliban operative or an Al-Qaeda

Suicide bomber had gotten you

Somewhere in that forsaken land

 

What a relief when you left

Then utter despair

When you returned for a second stint

 

When you finally made it back to

The lair of Efas’a Moto we knew

That chapter was over

And that you were finally safe

From a car bomb

Or a crazy Mujahedeen

 

Today, as they keep you locked up

In some flea infested cell

As they try to break your spirit

With spurious charges of

Terrorism and treason – an accusation that best fits Them for they have destroyed

The dream of a prosperous, bilingual

Cameroon, the pride of Africa —

As they try and intimidate you

With careless talk of death

As they hold you hostage on

The other side of the river,

I can only look at it all with contempt

 

This is not Afghanistan

They are not the Mujaheedin!

So, I don’t toss and turn at night

Not because I am in denial of what’s in store –the Verdict is in already and the

Rest will just be for show –

But because I know

They can break your body

But they cannot kill your spirit

They can lock up your flesh

But they can’t chain your soul

 

They have you behind bars

But you’re as free as a bird

 

Whatever they do

I know that someday down the road

We shall all gather somewhere on

The west bank of the river mungo

Somewhere on the foot of the mighty Fako Mountain

 

To laugh at the stupidity of your jailers

Who failed to realize that

Prison is where character is forged

Where great ideas a born

Where imagination is set free to dream

Of a better tomorrow for one’s people.

 

Hold tight big man!!

We shall rise again

As we watch them languish in pools of

Regrets and utter despair