Unwritten History - Neba Terry

Decades ago, our essence was termed folly;
Like a python, we were designed to swallow another’s heritage,
Regarded as cousins to apes,
And our languages crafted and refined only to be erased.

Dusk - Yefon Isabelle

I am different, I told him.
But dear, he said
There isn't nothing special about being different
The world will only jeer at your ache.

On the Green Hill Summit - Tembong Denis Fonge

Atungong

Step by step and gently I ascend

The Green Hill hoping to step on the summit,

I rock, twist and painfully pull upward,

To this spot all day long,

For, from this point, I long,

And I aspire to survive.

Lust is loss - Kimbi Bismark

Lust has fathered children, who are lost

In nature, they infect the land like locust,

They have assaulted this gorgeous grape

And other fruits, without mercy, they rape.

Pilgrim Of Amity - Bam Livinus Tal

We've come a long way

From town to town, we hoop for jobs

Tough times came, we managed and stayed

When the storm was still, we met at a joint

Like in a jungle, we shared, rejoiced and cracked jokes

I too sing Cameroon - Sarah Anyang Agbor

I too sing Cameroon¹.

I am the ninth and tenth provinces

Or is it regions?

I just want to be human,

Not superhuman

Accepted as a person

those who stitch - Tikum Azonga

I've done stitching all my life

I've stitched maths and even Einstein

Chopstick Diplomacy - Mbuh Tennu Mbuh

Such dragon embraces 

of a postcolonial scam that insult

the memory of a people under twenty-first century noon, 

His Majesty - Tembong Denis Fonge

The ever shining star

Of the greatest royal rocks of Nkongho,

Where always you stood tall,

His majesty Tazanu njung-efuellah.

You are the rose of Sharon,

And the lily of the valleys.

As the lily among thorns,

So is your love for your daughters.

As the apple tree among the trees of wood,

So is your care among your sons.

Misaddress - Glennise Ayuk

the popular opinion hovers like a low stratus cloud,
a cumbersome disguise cloaks unwieldy
on the hearts and heads of the girls and women,
made increasingly so by raindrops of shame
that soak in,

the inferior - Nanche Billa Robert

we bounced out of the egg
in a minuscule zone
                              worth
                                             wealth
                                                             in a miniature of Africa

Green Spirit - Eunice Ngongkum

Foremost flame of our unique earth
tree hugger Wangari Maathai
now gone one to be with the earth

Whited Sepulchre - John Ngong Kum Ngong

I know whited sepulchre
you do not feel anymore
the touch of our done fingers
which for want of acceptance
cling to the wall of furore.
For close to sixty years
now we have lived like internees
working our fingers to the bone
for idiots to reap the harvest.