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Deux bateaux de la marine française en escale au Cameroun

APA-Yaoundé (Cameroun) – Deux bâtiments de la marine française ont fait escale dans les villes camerounaises de Douala (Littoral) et Kribi (Sud) dans le cadre de la sécurité et de travaux hydrographiques dans le Golfe de Guinée, rapporte un communiqué de l’ambassade de France rendu public jeudi à Yaoundé.

Commandant L’Herminier

L’escale technique du navire «Commandant L’Herminier» a ainsi permis à son équipage de réaliser des formations opérationnelles au profit des marins camerounais.

La France, avec sa mission dénommée Corymbe, s’est en effet engagée à assurer la présence permanente d’un de ses bâtiments dans le Golfe de Guinée afin de participer à la sécurisation des eaux internationales, mais aussi à lutter contre la piraterie et le brigandage maritime en liaison avec les marines des pays riverains.

Le bateau à vocation scientifique «Laplace», pour sa part, doit pendant 15 jours effectuer une mission au large de Kribi afin de collecter des données pour les futures cartes d’accès du port en eau profonde, qui doit accueillir ses premiers navires cette année.

Selon le communiqué de l’ambassade de France, ces travaux s’inscrivent dans un vaste programme engagé par l’Hexagone pour la sécurisation des espaces maritimes africains.


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    I’m the spirit of a slave from the days when it was chains
    Cold days and rain, cotton fields and pain
    Pressure on my brain, cause in my previous life
    The slave master murdered my child and beat up my wife
    He raped her twice, I heard her screaming for the demon spurt his semen
    I closed my eyes and tried to fantasise that I was dreaming
    Without no reason next morning accused of stealing
    I was whipped upon my back until the nerve ends had no feeling
    Subjected to the beating, I was kicked from floor to ceiling
    Then forced to pick more cotton with my wounds open and bleeding
    Because they started weeping as the blood started congealing
    I was overcome by pain and couldn’t wait ’til I was sleeping
    A couple of days past, again I heard my wife screaming
    She shouted: ‘he’s killed our baby!’, now my eyes they started weeping
    My wife was six months pregnant when subjected to the rape
    He tortured the interior of her womb, caused the umbilical to break
    So my son will never wake – he’s born dead, a tragic fate
    I only hope my son will wait for his father at Zion’s gate
    My mental state, I had to keep it strong, it’s for my wife’s sake
    But everyday that I was living, man, my heart constantly ached
    I knew there’d be a price to pay, might be a time to wake
    But in the end I’ll have revenge upon that murderous snake
    Sometimes I having sleep at night where I could see my son’s face
    I’m just a slave, so I can only wish to see my son’s grave
    I’m only glad that he weren’t born to live the life of a slave
    Still getting whipped, beat and kicked, at a ripe and old age
    Now I pray for the day that master makes some mistake
    Just give me one chance and I stabbed ’em in his heart with a stake
    Lynch him by his throat, strangle him ’til his vertebrae breaks
    Step on his breast plate, smash every bone inside his rib cage
    Now I know it’s wrong to hate, but I can’t help the way I feel
    He keeps eating at me every day I’m working in the field
    I have to get him back for my son, wife and the attack
    On my back with a whip that almost made my spine snap
    So I lay back and pray that I ain’t forced to payback
    Before he dies, “Let me apologise!”, I make him say that
    Look in his eyes before I ripped them from the sockets
    Put them in my pockets, taking the keys to the slave’s main chains
    And unlock it, free the slaves, burn the farm, free my wife and we run
    Now we’re hiding from a posse of slave masters with guns
    With fingers on the triggers, ready to deliver a bullet to heart
    Kidney or liver of every slave nigga
    But I’m not an afraid nigga, I figured that day would come
    When I’d sacrifice my life in the name of my son

  2. Colonial pact in manifestation…,

  3. SHAME to Cameroon, big SHAME. When every other African Nation is trying to pull away from the grips of France, Cameroon is embracing her. SHAME again. However we know why they are here. Supply your weapons to your puppet in Yaounde to destroy every anglophone uprising.
    The world is watching.

    • l,enemi dans la Maison Germany

      Which world is watching and since when??? stop dreaming, freedom is taken and not given

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