Dear Mr. Boh Herbert,
I
write you because you know it, you have it and you get it. I write you because
you talk sense and you, like many, have suffered as a result of you stance. I write
you because you have dared the structures of evil back home even in those dark early
1990s. I write you because you are the cream of investigative and genuine journalism
in our native land. You have been the spokesman of our troubles and woes in
recent times. Now it will be preposterous and officious in me to put myself
forward as champion of anything in this struggle, but I know I have space on it
because my family has suffered as a result since 1990. My father has been
president of SCNC at the heart of the most hazardous portions of Southern
Cameroon, Kumbo. My father was in exile in Nigeria in 1998. He left us for two
years and we in the family suffered persecution. He was imprisoned last year in
the Bamenda military prison, a man in his Seventies, and only came out by the
mercies of the intervention of Christian Cardinal Tumi. His life is not safe at
this moment as we pray for him. I am priest, but I know what is happening
because I have been privileged to be groomed by a man who has been near these
things for a very long time, a man who has suffered for our people. Yet my
father is my father. I am me and I have my own way.
