Community

On January 23, 2021, I arrived at my home village, Kikaikelaki*, for my traditional annual visit. On the way, I was stopped and questioned by a contingent of fully armed non-state fighters, who asked who I was and where I was going. I introduced myself and I invited them to meet me later in my house.

This compendium pulsates with rage. A rage that had been smouldering with the intensity of a welder’s blowtorch for decades, before erupting into a full-flared conflagration. It is a literary buffet of Cameroonian poets, driven by the galvanizing idea to comment on the cataclysmic events that saw a seismic change in the socio-political landscape of the two Anglophone regions. The different poets managed to capture the angst and the hopes of a people trying to piece together the fragments of their broken lives.