The Grand Ethiopian Renaissance Dam: Africa’s Testament to Self-Mastery
On the banks of the Blue Nile, Ethiopia has done what many thought impossible: it has turned a century-old dream into a living current of power. The launch of the Grand Ethiopian Renaissance Dam is more than an engineering triumph, it is a declaration of sovereignty, a monument to collective sacrifice, and a beacon for a continent ready to shape its own destiny.cription.
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9/14/20253 min read


On September 9, 2025, the waters of the Blue Nile bore witness to more than the turning of turbines. They bore witness to a declaration—that Africa, at last, is claiming its own power. In the highlands of Ethiopia, where the river cuts deep through rock and history, the Grand Ethiopian Renaissance Dam (GERD) roared to life. With it, Ethiopia did not simply switch on electricity. It lit a flame of self-determination that no current can extinguish.
This dam—Africa’s largest, with the capacity to generate over 5,000 megawatts—is a feat of engineering, yes. But more than concrete and steel, it is built of sacrifice. Civil servants surrendered portions of their salaries. Farmers and teachers gave what they could. The diaspora reached across oceans to invest in a dream. Children offered coins from their pockets. No foreign bank dictated the terms. No international creditor claimed ownership. The GERD was carved out of the will of Ethiopians themselves. It stands, therefore, not only as an energy project, but as a monument to the greatest power a people possess: the decision to believe in their own future.
The story of the GERD is also the story of Africa refusing to be defined by others. For over a century, the Nile was a metaphor of frustration: abundance flowing outward, while its source nations remained in the dark. Ethiopia chose another path. From the first stone laid under Prime Minister Meles Zenawi in 2011 to Prime Minister Abiy Ahmed’s announcement of its completion today, Ethiopia held its course through storms of doubt, regional disputes, and international pressure. It listened, it negotiated, but it never surrendered its sovereign right to develop.
This moment teaches us that sovereignty is not an abstract ideal—it is built action by action, sacrifice by sacrifice. Ethiopia could have waited, as so many African nations have, for outside financing, for foreign approval, for the “right” moment. Instead, it chose to act. In that choice lies the deeper significance of the GERD. It is not just Ethiopia’s dam; it is Africa’s proof that when a nation decides to stand on its own, no resource is out of reach and no dream too vast.
Look at what has been accomplished: a dam 476 feet tall, spanning 1.2 miles across one of the world’s great rivers, enough to power the homes and industries of over 130 million citizens. But the true current running through this project is not water—it is ownership. Ethiopians own the GERD in their bones, in their sweat, in their pride. That ownership changes everything.
For too long, Africa has been written into history as a supplier of raw material and a consumer of foreign design. The GERD changes the narrative. It says to the Congo, with its vast hydro potential; to Nigeria, chasing solar revolutions; to Kenya and South Africa, leading in renewables: your future is not borrowed—it is yours to build.
Of course, challenges remain. Rivers cross borders, and water binds nations together. Ethiopia’s decision to rise does not diminish the rights of its neighbors. But let it be said plainly: dignity cannot be postponed, and development cannot be outsourced. Ethiopia has shown that self-reliance need not be isolation. It can coexist with cooperation—so long as the foundation is mutual respect.
A century from now, when our grandchildren study the milestones of Africa’s awakening, the launch of the GERD will stand among them. Not because of its megawatts or its walls of concrete, but because it captured the essence of a turning point. It was the day a nation said: We will not wait for permission to prosper. We will not remain shadows in the light of our own resources. We will rise—and in rising, we will lift others with us.
The turbines now spinning on the Nile are not just generating power. They are generating possibility. And that is the true renaissance: not a structure, not a project, but a people choosing to master their destiny. Ethiopia has shown the way. The rest of Africa must follow.

Paul Biya’s Phantom Campaign: The World’s Laziest Candidate Eyes an Eighth Term.
At 92, Paul Biya is running for an eighth term without lifting a finger. In a country where fear substitutes for democracy and silence passes for consent, Cameroon’s long-serving president has perfected the art of ruling by absence. His “phantom campaign”—announced with a cryptic social media post and followed by weeks of vanishing—says less about politics than it does about power: Biya doesn’t need to appear, because the system, and the fear it breeds, campaigns for him.
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At 92, Cameroon's President Paul Biya has turned political inertia into an art form. On July 13, 2025, he announced via a cryptic X post that he’s running for an eighth term in the October 12 presidential election, dangling a vague promise that "the best is yet to come." Since then, the world’s oldest head of state has vanished from the public eye—no rallies, no speeches, not even a perfunctory wave to the cameras. If laziness were an Olympic event, Biya would clinch gold without breaking a sweat, setting a world record for the most sedentary campaign in modern political history. King Midas, with his cursed golden touch, would envy Biya’s ability to transform minimal effort into perpetual power. But behind this phantom campaign lies a darker reality: a deafening silence from Cameroonians, stifled by threats against protest and a pervasive fear that grips the nation.
Biya’s absence isn’t just a quirky footnote; it’s a calculated strategy in a country where dissent is a dangerous gamble. For over four decades, his 43-year rule—longer than most Cameroonians have been alive—has relied on a well-oiled machine of control, blending strategic invisibility with ruthless suppression. His re-election bid, announced with all the fanfare of a late-night social media post, has left Cameroonians and observers alike in a familiar limbo. Where is he? Rumors swirl about his health, fueled by his age and frequent, mysterious retreats to Geneva or other foreign havens. Opposition groups, led by figures like lawyer Akere Muna, have petitioned to disqualify Biya, citing his age and "recurrent health absences" as violations of electoral law. Yet, the electoral commission, widely seen as an appendage of Biya’s Cameroon People's Democratic Movement (CPDM), remains unmoved, poised to greenlight his candidacy.
This isn’t Biya’s first disappearing act. His presidency has long been defined by absence, with rare public appearances—often tightly scripted—and extended periods abroad. In 2018, he reportedly spent a third of the year outside Cameroon, earning the moniker "the absentee president." Now, nearly two months after his re-election announcement, his silence is louder than any campaign slogan. It’s a bet that his name, synonymous with Cameroon’s political DNA, needs no stump speeches to secure victory. The CPDM’s iron grip, backed by a loyal bureaucracy and security apparatus, ensures that Biya doesn’t need to kiss babies or debate policy. But this time, the silence extends beyond Biya to the streets of Yaoundé and Douala, where fear has muzzled voices that might otherwise rise in protest.
Cameroonians are no strangers to repression. The government’s zero-tolerance stance on dissent has created a chilling effect, where the mere whisper of protest can invite swift retaliation. In recent years, security forces have cracked down on demonstrations with tear gas, arrests, and worse. The 2018 election, which saw Biya claim 71% of the vote amid fraud allegations, was followed by the house arrest of opposition leader Maurice Kamto and the jailing of his supporters. This time, Kamto’s disqualification—announced on dubious grounds shortly after Biya’s candidacy—has further dampened hopes for a fair fight. Posts on X capture the public’s resignation: one user wrote, “Biya doesn’t campaign because he doesn’t have to. Protest, and you’re in a cell.” Another quipped, “Cameroon’s real election is between fear and silence.” The message is clear: speaking out risks everything in a country where fear is a currency stronger than the franc CFA.
The opposition faces a Kafkaesque nightmare. Kamto’s exclusion, alongside harassment of figures like Cabral Libii and defections from former allies like Issa Tchiroma, leaves a fractured field battling a ghost. Biya’s absence shields him from scrutiny over Cameroon’s crises: a nine-year separatist conflict in the Anglophone regions that’s killed thousands and displaced over 700,000, economic stagnation, and corruption scandals like the Glencore affair implicating state oil officials. Why campaign when the system—rigged by loyalists in the electoral commission and judiciary—does the work? The silence from Cameroonians isn’t apathy; it’s survival. Threats of imprisonment, violence, or economic retaliation loom over any who dare disrupt the status quo. Families of activists have been targeted, and social media is monitored for signs of unrest, creating a climate where even whispers of dissent are self-censored.
If Biya wins, he’ll be 99 by the end of his term in 2032, potentially outlasting Fidel Castro as one of history’s longest-serving leaders. But the cost is steep. Cameroon’s youth, over half the population, have known no other president. The Anglophone crisis festers, economic woes deepen, and corruption erodes trust. Yet Biya’s phantom campaign, buoyed by fear, suggests he’s untouchable—a vampire president draining the nation’s vitality from the shadows. On X, a user summed it up: “Biya’s campaign slogan should be ‘Vote for me, or else.’”
King Midas turned everything to gold, but his touch was a curse. Biya’s grip on power, forged through absence and intimidation, has frozen Cameroon in a time warp, silencing a nation too afraid to speak. As October 12 nears, Cameroonians deserve more than a spectral leader and a rigged game. They deserve a future free from fear, not another rerun of a 43-year reign. But with Biya, the show goes on—whether he shows up or not, and whether the people dare to protest or remain locked in their deafening silence.
