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In Cameroonian jurisprudence, it often seems like there are no fixed rules, only fixed outcomes. This bitter truth looms large as the controversial Constitutional Council prepares to announce the results of the October 12, 2025, presidential election. Leaks have confirmed what many feared: Paul Biya, the 92-year-old president with a shuffling gait and a blank […]

In the sweltering heat of October 12, 2025, Cameroonians marched to the polls not as subjects, but as sovereigns reclaiming a nation long held hostage by inertia and malfeasance. Abraham Lincoln once warned that “you can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but

In the sweltering heat of October 12, 2025, Cameroonians marched to the polls not as subjects, but as sovereigns reclaiming a nation long held hostage by inertia and malfeasance. Abraham Lincoln once warned that “you can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but

YAOUNDÉ — Cameroon votes today, but few believe the outcome will surprise. At 92, Paul Biya, the world’s oldest and longest-serving elected leader, stands poised to claim an eighth term in office, extending his 43-year rule until the age of 99. The ballot, for many, feels less like a choice than a ritual of submission.

YAOUNDÉ — Cameroon votes today, but few believe the outcome will surprise. At 92, Paul Biya, the world’s oldest and longest-serving elected leader, stands poised to claim an eighth term in office, extending his 43-year rule until the age of 99. The ballot, for many, feels less like a choice than a ritual of submission.

As the campaign season in Cameroon lurches toward its dark finale, a grim familiarity hangs in the air, the stench of a rotting democracy. This isn’t an election; it’s a grotesque circus, a meticulously staged mockery that spits in the face of every Cameroonian daring to dream of change. It is not the anticipation of

As the campaign season in Cameroon lurches toward its dark finale, a grim familiarity hangs in the air, the stench of a rotting democracy. This isn’t an election; it’s a grotesque circus, a meticulously staged mockery that spits in the face of every Cameroonian daring to dream of change. It is not the anticipation of

In the grand, crumbling theater of the Cameroonian state, the lead actor has been absent for years. The stage lights flicker, the set decays, and the audience—a nation of 30 million strong—waits in a darkness haunted by the constant ring of gunshots in the Anglophone regions. The play, a tragic farce titled “The New Deal,”

In the grand, crumbling theater of the Cameroonian state, the lead actor has been absent for years. The stage lights flicker, the set decays, and the audience—a nation of 30 million strong—waits in a darkness haunted by the constant ring of gunshots in the Anglophone regions. The play, a tragic farce titled “The New Deal,”

Yaoundé: There are betrayals that sting, and then there are betrayals that rot something inside a nation’s soul. Samuel Eto’o’s descent into political servitude belongs to the latter. This was the man who once stood in European stadiums and refused to be reduced to an animal. He threatened to walk off the pitch when racist