The Commonwealth Without Ambazonia: Forgotten Blood, Forgotten People

Britain cannot claim ignorance. It knows the truth of Ambazonia. Yet year after year, it buries our story under trade deals, cheap bananas, and geopolitical bargains with France.

By The Independentist Editorial Desk

This year’s Commonwealth Day passed in the usual pomp and ceremony. Speeches were read. Flags were flown. Britain reminded the world of a “family of nations” united by shared values. Yet in all of this, not one word was spoken for Ambazonians—the very people whose fathers and grandfathers shed blood for Britain more than seventy years ago.

Thousands of young men from Southern Cameroons fought and died in World War II, laying down their lives for the Crown. Without an army of our own, without a single plane, our people still gave their widow’s mite—a humble contribution that helped Britain purchase the legendary Spitfire fighter plane that turned the tide against Hitler. Our sacrifice was real, and our loyalty unquestionable.

Yet today, their descendants are treated as if they never existed. We are told of Commonwealth “values,” but when it comes to Ambazonia, the silence is deafening.

Every decision about our future is taken without our consent. From Foumban in 1961 to Auckland in 1995, our fate has been decided behind closed doors by others. We ask again: what crime did Southern Cameroons commit against Her Majesty’s government? Was it loyalty? Was it service? Was it the sacrifice of our youth in a war that was not our own?

Britain’s Betrayal in the Midst of Genocide

Even in the heat of the present genocide, Britain’s Conservative government chose complicity over conscience. British special forces were dispatched to train Paul Biya’s genocidal squadrons—in plain view of the international community. Is this not eerily close to what Nazi Germany itself would have done? Yet this was not Nazi Germany; this was the so-called “civilized Britain,” a country that today can bring itself to recognize Palestinian autonomy, but continues to deny Ambazonia even the dignity of acknowledgement.

Is it then simply a matter of race? Must we always factor in the color of our skin when accounting for why Black lives in Ambazonia are expendable, while others are defended? History forces us to conclude: yes.

A Commonwealth of Silence

Britain cannot claim ignorance. It knows the truth of Ambazonia. Yet year after year, it buries our story under trade deals, cheap bananas, and geopolitical bargains with France. The Commonwealth today looks less like a family and more like a marketplace where values are bought and sold.

For Ambazonians, the lesson is clear. The myth of British fairness and Commonwealth solidarity has collapsed. Our struggle will never be resolved by those who betrayed us, but only by our own resistance and resolve.