(A lament for the loss of a star from the Cameroonian flag).
Can anyone please kindly tell me where my star has gone? The star of my identity that once adorned my flag, my two-star-studded flag that has been fluttering over my land for the past three-score years. Oh, where has my star gone?
In vain have I searched for my star, the star of my identity, my star on my once two-star-studded flag, my flag that has been twisting and turning in the winds over my land for the past three-score years; that star is no more. Oh, where has it gone?
The Three Wise Men from the Orient, the Magi, came in pursuit of the Star of Bethlehem, the Star that disappeared as soon as they reached the putrefied surroundings in which Herod and his sycophants bathed. But as soon as the Magi emerged from the grips of Herod’s intrigue-ridden surroundings, there, before them, went the Star that came to rest over the spot, the divine spot wherein lay the Redeemer, the King of the Universe.
Did my own star, the star of my identity, also vanish from my two-star-studded flag because it stoked the embers of fear in the hearts of the “Herods” of my land? That dastardly deed was committed in 1984. Would someone kindly tell me where my own star has gone?
