THEPOSTONLINECAMEROON

    Ethnocracy in African Politics

    Professor Peter Wuteh Vakunta

    Penya-Penya!

    Dr. Peter Wuteh Vakunta When I dined with Lucifer, Sarcasm was my apparel. Not anymore; in communion with Christ, I adorn a cloak of lexical prudence. When I supped with the Devil, Prevarication was my modus operandi. To the chagrin...

    On Building A Robust Christian Family

    By Dr. Peter Wuteh Vakunta 1.Introduction I greet you all in the name of our Father, His Son Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost. The text of this discourse can be found in 1Corinthians 12:14-26: Now the body is not...

    Barrel of the Gun

    By Dr. Peter Wuteh Vakunta It’s no light comment on our country, To say that we openly and consciously Condone a system in which race Determines who breathes And who should not breathe. Whom we execute and Whom we set...

    Rogue Cops

    By Dr. Peter Vakunta Multifaceted nomenclature-- Copper, Gumshoe, Flat foot, Poulet, Mange-mille, Mbéré-Khaki,[i] We buy the fatigues for you, We buy the guns for you To protect us day and night; You take the guns and shoot us! Rogue cop,...

    Securing the Linguistic Base

    By Professor Peter Vakunta https://www.facebook.com/peter.vakunta/videos/10223212780210449/UzpfSTEzMTE3NjkwNzg6MTAyMjMyMTMwMjc4OTY2NDE/

    New Publication

    BByBDr. Peter Wuteh Vakunta Poetry has the potential to serve as a double-edged weapon. In Tragedy of the Commons Vakunta stirs the hornet’s nest, calls a spade a spade and throws gibes at emasculators of social justice. The poet refuses...

    Kwenane

    By Dr. Peter Wuteh Vakunta They came severally, They came collectively, To the Holy city of Moria, Abode of religious stamina. Congregated at Kwenane gingerly, They sang humbly and softly, Mpoho-o! Mopho-o! Holy hymn-o! Eyes glued to the sky-o! In...

    BOOMERANG

    By Professor Vakunta Concoction and machination, Come rain,come shine, All to no avail, Foiled coup of sorts. The duo hail from The Heart of Darkness. One from Yorubaland, The other from Meukohland. In Indianaland, Two she devils locked horns, Bedfellows...