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The good and bad of my 5 years in boarding school   It started like a joke, Mmayoyo (my mom) got an urgent call from Papa P who  traveled to Kumba for one of his cocoa selling trips. I overheard him say “wuna wash that box  for room, put ma moyo (Eduke) ei clothes for inside, send ei for any driver whey ei di come Kumba”. It was during the 3 months vacation. Mmayoyo and everyone at home in the village suspected Papa P wanted to put me in a dormitory school. But I was not happy beacuse I had heard many horrible stories about dormitory schools; ‘mami water’ (mermaids) attacks, food cooked in (cass) drums, abuse by senior students and many more. You can name the rest in the comments section. How my journey to Saint Francis College started My mom did as Papa P  demanded and on that Saturday,…

I have always wanted to be a Digital Marketer/Communicator, reason why I created this blog. This is one of the first steps to help me hone my content creation skill. Meeting Kenneth was another step to it. I will love to share with you our encounter and how every other aspiring Cameroon Digital Marketer can partake. I met this intelligent guy at ActivSpaces and he swept me off my feet with his intelligence. Get to meet Kenneth. I walked into my space at 9;30AM and saw this handsome, tall fresh guy relaxing on my sofa at the corner of the lobby. Hhhmmm, I paused for a second, greeted passively, went into my office, dropped my bag and came back to greet properly. He was in the company with others guests. “Hi Kenneth, my name is Eduke Nadesh. I am the Community Manager for ActivSpaces and content creator for Eduke’sInk…… Nice…

I couldn’t stop brandishing my “32” to anyone who cared to know. Hahahahah. The gap tooth, white t-shirt, dark lipstick didn’t  go unnoticed. Everyone knew “shwanging”  (show-show) was my usual but the day’s own was extra. Just imagine a village girl shown on TV, that was my mood. I smiled broadly, from mola to mola as I scrolled through the pictures sent to my gallery by those who watched the show. Yaaayy! I was on TV for the first time. I have been guest on HiTv’s most watched morning show, Elaela Gbwamu with Manow as host. Damn! This lady got some skills. The energy from her voice brought back memories of my days in JMC (Journalism and Mass Communication) as presenter of the radio program, “My Community and I.” I was so excited talking about Eduke’sInk, my blog, where I pour out all my inspiration. I couldn’t cover the gap tooth…

“For this Kamer whey we dey now so, who no want make waka? Place don spoil. Sef sef chop for put body and soul together no dey”. Find out why I couldn’t further my studies in Germany though I gained admission into a German University. Like any other Cameroonian youth living in the North and South West regions, my wish was to flee from the crisis by travelling to Germany. I have always had this wish to travel out of Cameroon for my 1st master’s degree. But the vision became clearer when the crisis started hitting very hard on me. So, I contacted a friend abroad and told him about my wish. He knew the situation at home and was ready to help me get out of this dungeon. The best means we could think of was through schooling. He did research on schools and choices fell on…

This post is for all parents and guardians who have admirable daughters. I had a bitter experience and I feel every one of you should read and learn. Growing up as a young village girl, I had many admirers. Many men and boys could not stop preaching to my parents how much they loved me. Some still do today. Some admired my beauty, others my innocence, intelligence, others my boldness and many other reasons some of which I do not know. They made jokes and called me “My Wife”. Their parents supported them and it was always something the whole village and city neighbourhood knew. They made countless visits to our home and Papa P (my dad) and Mmayoyo (my mom) welcomed them with food and drinks. Some of my friends even called me “Madam…..” using their names like I was their wife. My reaction? I was very excited because…

I visited Ediki, one of the most dangerous villages in the south West region greatly affected by the crisis. I spent 40 hours there with other IDPs I met. Find out my experience.

I hit the bushy road at about 5 O’ clock in the evening with my ‘Baby‘, our small Benji. Everyone in the bus was worried if we would be safe while in the famous Ediki village. So many horrible stories about military and separatists attacks have been heard and written about it. Ediki is a small village along the Kumba-Buea road in the South West region of Cameroon. Papa P resides there.