EPEYdePoet

05/05/2026

Dear self,
I wish Jesus was the genie and the genie was Jesus
So that I could wish for unreal things
So that if love was the principal thing,
I would wish to heal as fast as I love because,
lately I've been loving crazy things

I wish Jesus was the genie and the genie was Jesus
So that I could rub the lamp and have salvation as a wish.
For if we are saved by grace through faith,
Believing in a man who chose to die for an imperfect me feels like a dream
I don't think I deserve such a gift

I wish I had a genie
Then, my wish would be to have electricity to iron my clothes

04/05/2026

Most times I feel like a dam,
Withholding so much,
Holding onto so little,
That every little slip-up feels like a relief.

Some days I want to be loved deeply
By someone whose affection for me is their addiction.
On other days, I want to be left alone,
Vanquished into the silence I feel during prayers.

Some days I want to hold onto a perfect God
With my imperfect hands, without fear of staining His perfect gown.
On other days, I want to be the prodigal son,
Far away from my father's mansion,
Hoping food meant for pigs can heal me.

Some days I want to know that my hair can grow again,
That my sins did not leave me bald and insane.
I want to know that the father's love is not a feeling in prayer meetings;
It's a reality I can comfortably walk in.

If there's a feast for me at the point of return,
Can we convert it into peace and send it as a mail on a pigeon? 🐦

Because on some days, I feel like the man of Gadara (infested with legions),
Cutting myself in sensitive regions,
Praying I don't return as I am (broken, filthy, and crazy).

02/04/2026

30/03/2026

I have found Clarity.

I was privileged to be a Goethe-Découverte finalist in 2026.

This experience is one one of those experiences that changes lives forever.

I was not privileged to have been the winner, but I am grateful that my jury, aside from judging my presentation and performance, went out of their way in all kindness to teach and instruct me on how to make my art/craft better.

Thank you Goethe-Institut Kamerun , for this wonderful opportunity and for evaluating my work and deeming it fit that I be part of the Goethe Découverte finalist this year

Thank you Ondoa l'Afrikain Officiel for the words of wisdom that will go a long way into making me a better storyteller.

Thank you Mottanni for teaching me that direction, clarity, precision are an artists most essential shall tool and also that everything pertaining to the artists craft, be it the attire, sound, choice of words and even the story itself are concepts that should be explicitly understood by the artist.

Thank Malondo for being an amazing judge.

Thank you to my Director at STAGE LIFE for drilling to the point where I was ready to go and give my absolute best at such an international stage.

Congratulations Marie Ebinembegne I am happy for your win and cannot wait to see how much you grow and achieve. Epey is rooting for you..

21/03/2026

In the moments where my heart was too heavy
And my lips, sealed shut could not talk,
My soul learned to weave the pen as a weapon of expression.

Happy Poetry Day

18/03/2026

We don't do fans here.
We are family.
Do you want to be part of Epey's amazing family?

17/03/2026

Our lives are a compilation of intertwined stories. My story this Weekend was RED.

My craft revisited the places trauma tried to silence.

Based on my real life story, It showed how much the past socio-political crisis had taken a lot from us and had brought some of us to the point of death.

Beyond the point of death we sought for life, we fought to live, perhaps by our own strength, perhaps by the intervention of the Holy One.

Epey's Performance at RED2 was a candle light memorial service for those who had died both physically, emotionally and spiritually so that we could live.

It was also a call for those who still lived in the shadow of their trauma to step into the light of day and live.

Thank you for RED2 and the opportunity to share my story.
Thank you Inkman for your coaching and patience
Thank you to everyone who came to listen to our stories.
Thank you STAGE LIFE.

"I am living on borrowed life, but the question is to whom does it belong to "
Yours artistically, The Hållôwêd Priest and Poet
Epey......

16/03/2026

Yours sincerely,
The Hallowed Priest and Poet.

09/03/2026

Ahhhhh RED fever.........

What a way to call it😅 anyways, yours truly will be performing at RED.

What was just a dream last year has now blossomed into something real.
Join this little boy as we make that dream come through.

Get a RED ticket and see me perform on that stage

24/02/2026

Here is the piece I performed at APWAL 2026

Listen listen Listen
Listen to the sound of the drum as it takes you into the past
Listen,to the whispers of the ancestors admist the beats
Listen, to the longing in your soul as we travel into the past
To the age where men were forged with iron and blood
Bathe in the flames of war as an initiation into purpose and strength
Chanting "I am the earth and the earth is me, as long as it remains I will live forever".

Listen,
I come, come from a lineage of kings
The reincarnation of just men made perfect.
I am Omgba Bissogo "the German terror"
The first in the line of warriors as my victory gave hope
Yet died at the sword of my brethren
I am both generations of Manga Bell,
The great Crocodiles of the Coast
I am Chief Kuva lekenye
The elephant of the mountain

Listen,
I came in different forms
As a survivor, I came as Charles atangana
Leaving my heart on the the thin line above the treacherous waters of colonialism
As Founders, I parted and became
Andre Marie Bida, Ahmadou Ahidjo and Ngu Foncha
Where my tears and blood and sweat became foundation for ages to come.
As an administrator I became Solomon Muna.
The bridge between cultures.

Listen,
I am not flesh but an Ideal,
A flame that lives on, beyond bodies
I am the voice that speaks "fight!!!" in the face of adversity
And I come to you with a Question, where is your fire?
Son, son, son where is your fire?
Daughter, Daughter, Daughter where is your fire?
Where is your will to live above the normal?
To preserve what was died for?
To continue what blood was shed for?
Where is your fire ?

For from the earth we came and to the Earth we shall return
We are nothing more than molds Imbued with divine purpose
Puppets made to play out eternal scripts
Find your fire and find yourself
Find your cause and find your death,
Man is nothing without his cause,

So son,
Listen,
Listen to the sound of the drum as it takes you into the past
Listen, to the whispers of the ancestors admist the beats
Listen, to the longing in your soul as we travel into the past
To the age where men were forged with iron and blood
Bathe in the flames of war as an initiation rite into purpose and strength
Chanting "I am the earth and the earth is me, as long as it remains I will live forever"
So Listen