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My menstrual embarrassment part  2 is a piece seeking to educate and share information with women on menstrual hygiene and the importance of knowing your period. Last time we talked about the first day I saw my period. It wasn’t a good experience at all. The pains and my ignorance about it are unforgettable. Today, I will take you through a journey most of our African girls’ experience. This is because they did not get an education on menstruation. How did my menstrual embarrassment start? So there was this Sunday we sat in the chapel (school church) for holy mass. I was in form five then in a boarding school; Saint Francis College Fiango Kumba. While singing the closing hymn, I started feeling some funny pains around my lower abdomen. It felt like the usual menstrual cramps I used to have but I didn’t think for a sec it was…

My Cameroonian Hospital Experience It was my first time passing a night in a hospital as a patient. In my 24 years as an African girl, all I did was rely on traditional medicines and home prescribed medicines. Why I Don’t Like Going to the Hospital I had the notion that hospitals were expensive: Let’s find out if it’s true in this Blog post. I knew I was a strong girl who didn’t get sick easily. This is true for me because you will hardly hear I am ill or at the hospital. Hospitals are for the ‘AJEBOTAS’ (Well-to-do), so we knew. It is not like I have not been visiting the hospital to consult or buy medicines, I have. The thing is I have never passed a night there as a patient. They are expensive at times and the smell of medicines irritate. For me, ailments are contagious. I…

 Back then in the 90s, marriage meant everything to parents and in the villages. They believed women could earn respect only when they bore the name of another man. Moreover, they saw their in-laws as another source of revenue for the family. Let me tell you a real-life story of what happened in my village.      It was a restless night indeed. l was not there but I could see a clear picture when he (Nyonge) told me the story which made me cry. What is poverty turning our parents into? she was treated as a modern slave, in the name of marriage for money. Why was she the person to pay the price. “married no be by force.” I know the image of that old fool, between her legs, was that which caused her to scream like a goat being taken to the slaughterhouse the whole night. It…

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.