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By Enanga Chekore. A slay queen is a girl who does not have a wealthy background but appears as if she does. she uses malicious acts to attain cash, drinks expensive alcohol, procures expensive cellphones. But back at home, she’s a chicken chaser. You can spot her from a distance by her obnoxious and heavy rolling accent characterized by flat pronunciations of the letter “e”. The Urban Dictionary says “Dating a Cameroonian slay queen; the story of brother Mboe” is a piece that explains the frustration of an African boy who feels deceived by a girl he met and wanted to have a relationship with. Love relationships in Cameroon at times start with the usual chatting as explained in “First Chattere-The first boy to ask me for a love Relationship” We are publishing this story because some African men have complained EdukesInk doesn’t write about male frustration but focuses on girls. Since Edukesink is here…

What will mussa not see at the gate? You just needed to do one of their don’ts and gbaaammm! you received a slap from grandma or grandpa. The don’ts we’re just too many. At times I used to think they didn’t enjoy their youthful age that was why they were bugging mine. It was commonplace to hear my grandma say if I did something, the effects will come back to me in no time. There were times I was tempted to believe because she spoke them with so much conviction and seriousness. I of all people cannot tell an elderly woman she is/was lying. It looked so disrespect. So, I am right to say we believed these myths out of respect 😅 😅. Let’s mention some of those myths our grandparents told us when we were younger You invite the devil when you whistle at night There was this day…

Christmas is sweet in my village When I think of Christmas, the first that comes to mind is new clothes and shoes, rice, chicken, baptism, stew, much meat, balloons, “bonbon”, brown money and homecoming for those who were out of the village. One week to Christmas, pigs, goats, fowls, horses, and cows start mourning. Movements to and from Bangem (where women go for shopping) become rampant while quarrels between man and wife are on a daily basis. All these made Christmas very sweet in my.village How it used to happen in Babubock, my village The preparations always seemed like Jesus was coming in person. It was a time for “Papa and Mama” to award us for excellence.  They always threatened not to buy Christmas dress unless you passed number 1 in the first term exams. And if you did, all the beautiful gifts were yours though even those who failed…

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,…

We went kernel (banga) hunting during break in primary school. See eerr, this life is very funny. Schooling in the village is one of the experiences that one will never forget. I thought banga cracking was only for village children, but my exchanges with other city friends proved otherwise. It seems the syndrome is everywhere.  Na my stone that di man, no touch am. Na for here I di put my banga, make person no pass for dey. I pick 1, I pick 2. Ayoooo, that your canda for banga don stink my ear. Di banga no di comot for inside, ei di over broke broke”. Those were some of the phrases you will hear from us, the mbanga crackers under palm trees during break. While others were going home to eat ‘Ekule’ (sleeping fufu and black soup), some of us scavenged under the palm tree in a bid to…

How did this start? Back then in August 2019, Eduke Nadesh, content creator for Eduke’sInk made two interesting trips to the capital city Yaounde for 2 events; The Scoop Media Award and the Peace Journalism training organized by the Cameroon English Newspaper Publishers Association (CENPA). In the course of her journies, she updated her WhatsApp contacts with beautiful and interesting stories. E.g “How I got robbed at Obili, Language barrier was one of the reasons I missed my event, car break down on our way to Buea, Living in Buea without water”. Some of them confessed the stories were really inspiring and entertaining. Many lessons were shared and learnt too. Suggestions started coming in after some of them discovered she could write beautiful stories. They suggested she writes a book. Others proposed she starts a blog so that the whole world can learn about her stories and the lessons. After…

I started volunteering at The Scoop Newspaper in 2016 when I validated all my courses in the University of Buea. I studied Journalism and Mass Communication. I knew just 2% of Microsoft office word and how to search the web then. I found  another offer at Camlait SA as a promotrice. So I shuffled between attending events and writing reports for the paper and selling Camlait products at Njieforbi Molyko. However, my friend, Malcolm and I kept searching for other opportunities. On that fateful day, he sent me a link advertising a job opportunity on Akwajobs. ActivSpaces needed a community manager and administrative support. We finally settled on me applying for the job after reading the job description. I went through the net, read on how to draft good cover letters and curriculum Vitaes. I wrote and sent the documents to Malcolm for editing.  I was supposed to submit the…