Imagine yourself as a successful man, the richest in your family. You have become so powerful that even your cousins call you โauntyโ or โdaddy,โ and your brothers no longer dare to call you by your name. At first, it feels strange, but with time, you begin to enjoy it. You begin to believe you deserve it. You start to think that you are not just another member of the family, but the reason the family exists. Now imagine that one day, you walk into a family gathering and your niece calls you โuncleโ instead of โdaddy.โ You would feel shocked, maybe even offended. She would be right, you are her uncle, but it would still sound disrespectful. It would sound like she has forgotten who you have become. That is how power changes the human mind. It blurs the line between who you are and what you have become. If one of your sisters called you by your name, โHenry,โ after years of calling you โPapa,โ you would take it as an insult. You would not be reacting as a person, but as a system that has grown dependent on recognition, on reverence, and on control. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Paul Biya has been in power for so long that the idea of being an ordinary man no longer exists in his consciousness. He has become the system itself.
๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฑ
There is a story that perfectly explains how belief can grow from illusion. A man once whispered a lie into another manโs ear. He said there was a lot of money hidden inside an uncompleted building nearby. Then he went to work and forgot all about it. By the time he returned, he saw a crowd of more than a thousand people standing around the building, smiling and murmuring with excitement. When he asked why they were there, someone told him, โThere is a lot of money in that building.โ He stood there, watching the crowd, and began to believe the very lie he had invented. He thought to himself, โIf so many people believe it, maybe it is true.โ This is exactly how a ruler begins to believe his own myth. When people consistently remind you of your greatness, when ministers kneel before you, when the media calls you โThe Father of the Nation,โ and when every mistake is reinterpreted as wisdom, your mind slowly rewires itself. The lie becomes truth. The man becomes a god.
๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ
Paul Biya has been conditioned by his environment for more than four decades. What started as a simple political strategy, loyalty, praise, and control, has evolved into a psychological cage. His entourage has built a world where disagreement is betrayal, where correction is disrespect, and where truth is an insult. In that kind of world, the ruler is never wrong. He becomes a mirror that reflects only admiration. When you are surrounded for years by people who treat you as a divine being, you start to forget that you are human. You begin to believe in your own myth. Paul Biya does not wake up each morning thinking he is clinging to power. He wakes up believing that he is protecting order. In his mind, he is the guardian of stability, the only one who can hold the country together. His belief is reinforced by the fears of those around him, fears that without him, chaos would reign. So, he stays. And the longer he stays, the harder it becomes to leave.
๐๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง
Every ruler who has stayed too long faces one question that terrifies him more than anything: what happens the day after I leave? To an ordinary person, leaving power means retirement. To a man like Paul Biya, leaving power means death, political, social, and perhaps even physical. He knows the truth that all absolute rulers know but never say aloud: power protects. Without it, the same system that once bowed to him could turn against him. That is why he cannot imagine a Cameroon without himself. It is not that he does not want to leave. It is that his mind no longer knows how to exist without being president. After so many years, Paul Biya has crossed the psychological threshold where identity merges with power. The man and the office are now one. He is not simply holding on to power, he has become power itself. His presence is ceremonial, but his shadow governs every aspect of the state. Ministers speak his name before acting, governors invoke his will before deciding, and the army sees his image as the embodiment of command. In that world, concession is not just political defeat, it is existential collapse. Paul Biya will never willingly concede power because he no longer sees power as something external that can be given or taken. It has become his body, his language, and his reason to exist. The tragedy is not just his. It is collective. A nation that has treated one man as its only source of authority eventually forgets how to live without him. Paul Biyaโs psychological imprisonment is also Cameroonโs. And until the nation stops calling him โpรจre de la nationโ and begins to remember his real name ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, the illusion will continue, and the building with no money will keep drawing the crowd.


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