UB Uncovers 113 Forged Certificates, Transcripts
Authorities of the University of Buea, UB, have uncovered some 113 names of individuals with forged transcripts and attestations allegedly from the university.

Praise File #11

ABOUT THE BOOK:

"SMILING THROUGH HARDSHIP" is autobiographical in style and depicts the persecutions and sufferings of the author in the hands of one of the most brutal, barbaric and cannibal regime in modern Africa. It is the story of more than 6.5 million people held under unspeakable occupation through the machination of Palais D'Elyse – the symbol of France's satanic imperialism in Africa as seen in the eyes of one man. Smiling Through Hardship tells the tale which has not been told, confront the facts that have remained obscured, faces the neocolonialist head long and sums up the resolve of a people under the grip of a tyrant, so brutal, so merciless, so demonic. It is a call for the ultimate sacrifice for the defence of Freedom, a waking bell to the conscience of a complacent and docile world community in the face of man's inhumanity to man. Smiling Through Hardship recalls the Rwandan genocide, exposes France's satanic imperialist policy in Africa, specifically black Africa and urges the African to go for freedom even at the expense of a war to send the French parking across the Mediterranean. It is the Handbook for every true crusader for freedom.

THE AUTHOR
My story is one of redeeming hardship that I really can't tell it better. I am the last amongst ten children, born on November 18, 1970 at the seaside resort town of Tiko in present-day neocolonial administrative demarcation of Fako division of the Southwest province of the Southern Cameroons.

After a movable but torturous child-growth as a result of the tacit complicity of the East Cameroon refugee families of Ngembus and Malonge to render my family homeless in our own country, I successfully went through my Primary (Elementary school), Secondary (Middle school) and Higher school as a child born under occupation but striving to "survive" in the airtight cage.

In 1991, I organized and led the first ever pacific demonstration in Biya's Cameroon and on that day, I aggravated my standing in Biya's Little Handbook which keeps a record for all those earmarked for elimination. My involvement with the Voice of America had scored me higher grades in the eyes of the dreaded tarantulas (the forces of occupation). The Butchers of Yaoundé who were watching my every movement allowed my passage into the University of Buea when it was born from the numerous student street demonstrations turned bloody by brutal crack-down from the oppressors. After four months, I was elected in a landslide victory to become the pioneer Student Union President, a position highly envied by the Pro-neocolonialist University authorities. This election frighten Yaoundé and plot to silence me forever was put in motion. My opposition to a very unpopular fees increase in all the State Universities was considered "an act of subversion" by the Chief Butcher of Yaounde's abattoir (the State of Cameroun) and I was tacitly dismissed from the University and officially banned from attending any higher institution of learning in the Cameroons. Attempts to enter the Presbyterian Theological Seminary in Kumba were rendered futile by the Yaoundé regime.

Through the auspices of personal contacts within the African National Congress of South Africa, I gained admission to read Divinity in South Africa's prestigious University of the Witwatersrand in Johannesburg, but Yaoundé again stepped in and block all attempts for me to leave the country. I was then described in official security circles as "Cameroon's most dangerous agitator," and a tagged was put on me to be watch more closely and wiped out by any possible means that may arise. I was refused a Cameroonian passport, my State identification were seized, and funny as it was, declared "persona non grata" in what I thought was the land of my birth. This was the "officialization" of my statelessness.

With the creation of the Southern Cameroons Youth League in 1995 with the sole purpose of eradicating tyranny and bringing freedom to the embattled, persecuted and annexed people of the Southern Cameroons, the Yaoundé dreaded tarantulas open new avenues for my assassination, and in March 1997, I was kidnapped, bundled overnight like a feared zombie and taken to one of the most feared prison camp in Africa, south of the Sahara. It was the beginning of my journey to Lucifer's kingdom. I spent seven (7) gruesome and heinous years in jail with two of those years in solitary confinement. Fed on human excrement and urine to quench my thirst, with plastic bags as my sleeping loin, and cockroaches, bedbugs, body lice and midgets as my close companions, my survival from hell as you would read in this book remain something more than a miracle. It is the presence and existence of God.

After a series of torture-related illnesses which led to paralysis of my lower limb, speech impediment, twisted mouth, visionary infection, and constant violent headache caused by the effects of the suspended torture wheel call the " balanciore", I was admitted at the Yaoundé Central Hospital under a 24-hour military guard, but the skilfulness of the "Resistant Wing" of the Southern Cameroons Youth League rescued me in 2003. I am a survival of five assassination attempts, one Russian-style poisoning and hundreds of threats to endanger my immediate family. I hail from Bechati village, Mundani in the Southern Cameroons. I now live in the State of Maryland, United States of America. I am married with children and continue the struggle to free my people from the brutal scourge of a shameful tyrannical regime.
  The Southern Cameroons Youth League (SCYL)

Glenn's Book Review
Another spectacular insight into the tragedy suffered by the people of Southern Cameroon at the hands of the Biya regime. The writers journey is a spellbinding episode of the likes one cannot survive. If for nothing else, the endurance of the human body is mind boggling amidst the tortures of Cameroon's notorious Kondengui prison in Yaounde. Alas to all the Southern Cameroonians who didn't survive the rigours of this prison. Hopefully books like this will spread the message of the inhumanities suffered by those who seek only freedom. A riveting read.