By the editorial desk- The independentist
Ambazonia, open your eyes. The witch hunt that once tore through the forests and streets of our homeland during the days of the UPC uprising is now preparing for its second coming—this time not by candlelight, but under the full exposure of social media and global scrutiny.
La République du Cameroun, a state that has never elected a single president since 1960, is now caught in a political hurricane of its own making. With over 70 registered political parties, none with real power, and a president who hasn’t been seen in public for weeks, the so-called 2025 elections are shaping up not as a democratic contest—but as a ticking time bomb.
Even seasoned political analysts are beginning to whisper what Ambazonians already know: These elections may not happen at all. Why? Because Paul Biya, the 92-year-old emperor with no clothes, is physically and mentally incapacitated. His Beti-Bulu oligarchy knows it. France knows it. And the streets of Yaoundé and Douala know it. But here’s the problem: No successor outside that ethnic enclave will be accepted by the regime’s inner circle. That’s the unwritten law of the Essingan cult.
So what happens when the charade collapses and the mask falls off?
Blood. Chaos. Mass displacement. And like in the 1950s and 1960s, the regime’s victims—those it has silenced, exploited, and abandoned—will look westward. Once again, they’ll try to flood into Ambazonia, this time not just in hundreds or thousands, but millions, fleeing the house of cards they helped build.
But this time, they will not be allowed in.
Let it be clear: Ambazonia is not your refugee camp. Not your plan B. Not your safe haven after you’ve spent decades defending the very regime that has brutalized both Ambazonians and Francophones alike.
Whether you speak English, French, or Spanish—we don’t care. We are not opening our doors to those who watched us burn and laughed, who called us terrorists when we were simply asking for justice, who ate from the dictator’s table while our children died in bushes.
You will camp in Ebolowa. You will camp in Bertoua. You will camp in Bafoussam. And you will watch the horror unfold from your side of the Mungo.
This will mark the end of Communal Liberalism—that ideological poison invented by Biya to mask oppression with pseudo-democracy. It will be the collapse of his so-called “1000-year reign” envisioned by the Essingan cult. And just like Hitler’s own doomed dream of a thousand-year Reich, history is ready to repeat itself in Cameroon—with fire, blood, and betrayal.
And let this be clearly understood: the French strategy has failed. The Rosicrucian convention in Yaoundé, carefully orchestrated by France’s spiritual puppeteers, yielded nothing. No revival. No miracles. No unifying spell. The champion of disunity—Paul Biya—is now hanging on the ropes, dazed, cornered, and weakened. And the blow that staggered him? It wasn’t political. It was spiritual. A fatal punch from the ancestral guardians of Ambazonia—those whose blood cries from the soil, whose spirits walk our mountains and forests.
But this time, Ambazonia must stay away. Let them fight it out with their Anglophone ministers, senators, parliamentarians, and minister-delegates—those shameless collaborators who traded their conscience for titles and stipends. Let it be known: these sellouts are permanently banned from Ambazonian soil.
Ambazonia has suffered enough. We have buried enough sons and daughters. We have hosted enough of your political failures. We are building a new nation—and this time, we are prepared.
As President Dr. Samuel Ikome Sako recently declared:
“Ambazonia will be the land of Ambazonians. We will not allow history to repeat itself under our watch. Those who called for unity only to break us apart will not be given another chance to infiltrate our dreams. We are awake now. Let every Ambazonian stand guard—not with hate, but with wisdom and resolve.”
This is not just a warning. It is a call to vigilance. The storm is coming. But we are no longer asleep.
Ambazonia, Be Prepared. Be Alert. Be Resolute.
The editorial desk
