This week paints the saddest portraits of our continent.
#Cameroon,
#Côte d’Ivoire, and
#Tanzania are burning because selfish tyrants have once again decided to abuse their citizens and trample on their right to choose.
Biya, Ouattara, and Suluhu all began by blocking their opponents from running. And even when people managed to unite behind the few remaining opposition candidates, they resorted to their usual tricks : stuffing ballot boxes, fabricating results, and declaring themselves winners.
Now, they unleash violence on citizens who dare to protest this daylight robbery. Young people are being killed in the streets for demanding nothing more than respect for their votes. The dictators expect that, after enough blood is spilled, after enough people are arrested, after the internet is shut down, fear will do its work and silence will return. They are counting on our exhaustion to secure another five or seven years of illegitimate power.
And, as always, our so-called regional institutions rush to congratulate them. They release their shameful, recycled statements: “we are observing the situation and call for calm and peace.” Words that reek of hypocrisy and cowardice.
This is the kind of pain you can’t explain. The pain of seeing your vote stolen and your future crushed in front of your eyes. The pain of growing up in a country where you have no say, no power, no right to decide your destiny. You watch those who created your misery parading in luxury cars, guarded by soldiers you paid for, living off your sweat while you struggle to survive.
This is the tragedy of
#Africa: a continent with so much brilliance, so much promise, yet held hostage by those who fear the awakening of their own people.