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The Social Democratic Front, SDF clocked thirty three years on Friday, May 26 but the celebrations were far from what used to obtain in previous years. For such a milestone, party authorities decided to keep the celebrations low key first of all due to the ongoing anglophone crisis and the internal squabbles which have forced party hierarchy to resort to low key celebration. The party has been laying low for some times until May 20, when they proved to Menchum population that they are sleeping dogs. Celebrations have been timid in Menchum Division. However, other party bigwigs on their part such as Senator Emeritus Buh Sule Tegha, decided to use the day as a moment of reflection on the road covered so far in the fight for democracy in Cameroon. After 33 years, the party’s influence has dwindled and they have lost influence in parliament, in the Senate and even in some Councils, and unable to even hald a dozen seats. The Wum Electoral District Secretary, Ategha Simon Enah, blame the si

It was one fateful October month of 1989, while a High School student at St. Bede's College, Ashing-Kom, and hype-manning during 'Socials' (for the 'listening and dancing pleasure' of the whole student body), that news reached me of the death of my lovely father, Jude Thaddeus Fulai Biyong. Immediately, I had to stop everything else that evening, and arranged for exit papers to be off to Fundong, and then, Muteff, for the burial ceremony the very next day. As it was (and is) the tradition in Komland, a vivid symbol of having successfully buried one's parent was the firing of guns after interment.  Knowing just too well that even at that age I had never held (talk less of firing) a gun, my uncles carefully arranged to load the dane gun, fasten it to a coffee tree stem, before encouraging me to pull the trigger into the air. Even then, it still took me more than five minutes to muster courage and turn my face away, before reluctantly pulling out on the trigger. E