I savoured sadistically as the pen people took Theodore to the cross and crucified him in the pages.

His attitude at the confab of the six gods of the Central Africa sub-region portrays him as a J.J.C.His arrogance, his all knowing and always right behaviour, betray him as a parvenu of the sorts among his peers.

The discovery of the most expensive liquid in that Lilliputian country has driven madness into the skulls of its people. That is why they look at strangers in the place as people who are coming to eat their food. Xenophobia agogo.

Despite the posthumous encomiums you heap on Ahidjo, each time I think about that man, I weep. I don't know why Ahidjo did not annex Santa Isabelle as one of the provinces of Rio Dos Cameroes. That would have spared us this trouble from an upstart and a political nano that is so callous about other nationals living in that small village.

Mbella, do you know that the best way to demonstrate patriotism in that country is to brutalise Cameroonians, seize their property and send them packing in shame? One Ketu there was recently decorated for snatching life off an innocent Cameroonian.

I am inspired this morning by Shakespeare, (remember our Sasse days) to quote two aphorisms. "If you live by the sword, you die by the sword; that life is like a walking shadow that disappears with the setting of the sun."

I hope this will be some food for thought to the political 'legacy hunters' as they wait for the demise of Volpone, he of our own political lexicon.Mbella, I am happy that your pen ran, rolled and laughed as you opened your artillery fire of criticisms on us. But it all amounts to playing to the gallery.

Your ideological convictions and the very diction you use to damn our efforts sound very sardonic to those you claim to serve you here old boy. Sometimes I wonder whether you really have the moral authority to gainsay any of our actions. All the representatives you sent here have joined the Essingan dinning table.

They gather around the fireside of 'gombo' chatting lousily and recklessly chewing 'soya' with no regard to table manners. They are doing 'dark eye' to the populace and quietly lining their pockets. When you hear them call it the Glass House, you will be tempted to think that is transparent.

Sorry Sir! That house is not even translucent. It is as opaque as the shady deals there. Even though I belong to C, I will speak out on anything I saw.Tell your man, the Secretary General, to stop the doing it with his colleague's better half. He has already executed the dark room agenda in his office thrice.

Why would a senior official like that down that gullible woman on the carpet of his office to suck nectar that belongs to someone else? Now gossip is making rounds all over the place that had the woman not betrayed herself with shouts of "c'est sucre, c'est bon, cherie, tu es formidable," nobody would have known about it.

Before I discovered recently that the sparrow hawk is the totem of the grand Etoudi, I did not know that it is a very powerful bird. The sparrow hawk has made things difficult even to its owner. The man would have long done the cabinet "Mbanga Mpongo" if many of those he consulted for crowning did not turn down his offer.

Cabinet posts, now they complain, are slippery and risky. They represent the surest way to Kondengui. This fear reeks of a very bad omen; that there is virtually nobody in the cabal who is willing to be sacrosanct to corruption. The whole onslaught has been an enigmatic circumlocution. The hunter now is becoming the hunted.

If you gainsay this, Mbella, then tell me why those state control iguanas are plugging their officious noses into where justice is bought and sold to the highest bidder. Mbella, I have spoken and I think the voice of reason has spoken, quote me anywhere.

Yours sincerely,Ngwa