From My Diary: Where the matter gets confusing

By Adolf Mongo Dipoko I remember having lamented in the last issue on this column that the machine stopped, assuming that my mind was a thinking machine. For this simple reason, I was unable to see through the thick dark blanket that had enveloped the horizon, where the real things actually happen.  But now, I do see very clearly, and the very first thing that has caught my attention, which now dominates political debates  in the country is indeed beating my imagination, no matter how hard I try to caution my mind to be critical. I have without reservation shown…