Once in form one, going for a weekend to the village, I proceeded straight to the village
information board placed at the market entrance and Motor Park.
We cherished so much the few university graduates in those early days.
Some of these graduates on vacation in the village during the summer holidays
would write good literature and paste on the village information board at the
market entrance. As I write this post, I remember vividly the stories
and rumours about some of these graduates we once admired. In those days, their
critical literature on the information board would condemn negative acts of
authority and villagers in the whole village. News would spread like wild fire
and the messengers of the authorities will come and destroy the post or take it
off. Allegations were rife that the messenger took those satirical write-ups to
the palace and ‘spoiled’ the ‘book’ of the graduates. Was there some truth in
this spoiling or was it just ‘congosa’ in the village? I don’t know.
Today some twenty four years after our models and heroes (university
graduates) who informed and criticize in the village – are they having the
bright future we envisioned for them? Maybe they later learned that satire
means death and vice versa and chose the other way round. They might have taken
up other safer professions.
My good friend Nkeh Sutoh a twin, once told me that Tata Die (a
handicapped fan of jujus) was handicapped by leprosy and when jujus went for a
death celebration he would be despised during refreshment. Nkeh Sutoh said “Tata
Die would dip his leprous fingers into the whole meat soup and when people lost
taste and abandon he can then take advantage and eat.” Sutoh once told me “Coni talk too about other
people’s crimes because even if you don’t talk, they will talk about yours when you commit one.”
I have to talk or shout about these crimes of those who take the cover
of the Church. I know their own jujus are stronger than the jujus my friend
told me Tata Die would follow. But my seal is the Holy Spirit. Allegations were
rife that my heroes of those days ‘book’ or education was spoiled because of written
criticism by jujus. But my own education was spoiled by people taking cover-up
in the church which I refer to here as jujus. A friend told me, “I hate these Pentecostals”.
I asked “why”? He said because they refused to mingle with other members of the
traditional churches. I asked him “if you notice that in those places those in
sheep clothing are wolves will you not run away for fear they will chop you?” I
like fundamentalists – they don’t preach tolerance but would run away from
evil. When you accept tolerance and condone with evil it soon take hold of you.
How do you know something is evil when the thing is not pointed or
called by its name? I respect the ten commandments of computer ethics but
writing to expose evil or simply speaking the truth will certainly offend
someone. Expect life or death or what soever when you take a satirical mission.
After Mengla (of blessed memory) who lived near the church was victim in
primary school being abused by a prelate and eventually became disabled and
died. What does one having this information do? Fight back with the last drip
of his blood before joining other many same victims of this cause.
The devourer reads all the posts on this weblog but he knows his time
is short. He panics every time thinking his pretentious ‘good’ would be exposed
which will certainly be. Nothing is hidden under the sun.
Now back to the village information board some twenty four years ago,
Mpemchi as he was nicknamed approached me and invited me to the mission the
next day. Meeting him next day we entered his red Suzuki car and drove to
Ntunmbaw in Ndu Sub Division where he offered a bag of rice to a family. On our
arrival he didn’t wait for his host to collect their gift from his car. He carried
it himself to the host. These gestures and goodwill were his schemes just to
cover up so people should not have the least suspicion of his crimes. To be
continued. I am Coni T. Tawong.
