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February 09, 2009

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George Esunge Fominyen

There is energy and fire in this poem
The discharge so hot that you want to hate
The place called University of Yaounde
That slum called Bonamoussadi

Can you descern what burns inside this poet
Rage?
Anger?
Regret?
Irritation?
Fury?
Resentment?
Hate?

I admire the
wit
humour
colour
candour
drama
action
pace
passion

Wow! A painting of 1990s UNIYAO in words!

But!

What disturbing sadness at the end:

"The training ground for a lost generation
The graveyard of tomorrow's generation"

Pitiful.

Isn't it?

Wirndzerem G. Barfee

For us who have had the sordid ecstasy and brutal tension of living in Bonass- an obnoxious priviledge- i swear Dibussi's staccato record grinds a song that paints a vivid sound whose nostalgia we paradoxically abhor: I am afraid getting him is reliving the remnants of the early 90s internecine violence that engulfed UniYao microcosmically and the nation globally. Dibussi's lines, in their sinister urgency and energy, bolt like the bullets that ripped and raped the day into the night he spells!The imagery and langage capture the Bonass of those days that were bound to state-occasioned animus,violence and decadence. We are really immersed in the actuality of the poetic record of an unwishabble epoch. It provides a rich complementary reading with Labang's 'Bonamoussadi'!

Dr Peter Vakunta

Great use of Camfranglais and linguistic miscegenation in your poetry, Mola Dibussi!

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