Why I've Been Silent Since September

The biggest reason for my silence was MONICA MONTALTI, my best friend and 'sister', leaving in September. We had many festivities for her 'going away'. After she left I needed to make new friends. So I was frequently going to "game night" at the 7th Day Adventist Hospital and meeting with friends for Bonga Juice and dinners at various locations around Buea. I was also eager to show new volunteers around to the markets and all of my tailors. I am now...pretty much the veteran of Buea for the "foreign volunteers" sector... its a big responsibility ;)

Lycee Molyko Club Launching Day

Another contribution to my busyness has been the work I am doing for Youth Advocacy Network. You can check out the bi-weekly updates on the specific work we do each week HERE on their blog.

The smaller less obvious reasons for my silence have been things such as: laziness, procrastination and some small travel.

AND... last week I had malaria - - AGAIN!!!

I would like to take this blog post to catch all ya'll up on what has been happening 

in Buea and in my life. 

First and foremost, I finished my final report and capstone thesis for my Omprakash scholarship and Omrapkash EdGE respectively.


As part of Monica's "going away" we decided to dedicate the last 8 days of her time in Buea to madness. We made a bucket-list of random funny things to do and called it "8 days of Being Married to Madness".

I will highlight the best days...

Monday: Day bender with the Police

This was the event the inspired it all. Monday, one week before Monica's departure we found ourselves a bit bored in the house. She had finished her work at the hospital and mine had not yet began with YAN. We decided to just go out for one drink together and just chat. We met up with our friends from the police station who then invited us to continue drinking with them. It's good to make friends with the police here, especially a commissioner... you can always call them when you are stuck at a traffic stop out of town and pass the phone to the policeman who is causing problems.

Tuesday: Make & chop(eat) Ndole and take a moto bike from Limbe to Buea.

Our dear friend Jane has a reputation amongst the 'volunteer' population that has passed through Buea for cooking the BEST ndole! She said she would share her recipe with us and invited us to her house in Limbe. We decided to take a bike back to Buea, about 30min away, instead of a car. Just to be rebellious and feel the wind in our hair!

Wednesday: Plait hair like a Cameroonian

Aquila is a fun and peppy Cameroonian who offered to plait both mine AND Monica's hair for free!! An amazing deal, 'white-man' price for that would have been around 10$ or so. We invited her and her friend to our house for the day. We bought them Bonga Juice (freshly squeezed tropical juice) and soya (meat on a stick with onions and pepe) to keep them motivated. This style is called "rasta". In pidgin: adon put rasta.

Thursday: Mirror dance & take selfies at Chariot

This 'event' on the bucket list has several inside jokes and local customs that are hard to explain to those who have not lived and experienced Cameroon life. Mirror dancing and taking pictures of yourself are both phenomenons here. All clubs and bars are lined with mirrors. Men and women alike will spend hours dancing by themselves in the mirror. Not only do they do this, but you will constantly see people taking "selfies" where they pose, make a 'sexy' face with their lips, hold the camera out in front of them, and have a photo-shoot of themselves by themselves. At first, and I mean no offense whatsoever, it was a bit hard not to laugh at these things just because they are so foreign to where I come from. But not, we've gotten to the point where mirror dancing and taking selfies are quite normal. So we thought we should dedicate a night to the two while going to the cities best club, Chariot Night Club.

*Interesting Local Fact: Many people say that the major reason why there are mirror is to ward off bad spirits. If a person has sold their soul to satin or if they are spirits back from the dead, they (the bad person or spirit themselves) will be able to see their reflection. Therefore, it wards them away because they dont want to me unveiled for what they are.

Friday: West our matching outfits & glasses

Throughout our time spent in Buea together (7months living together, 4 in the same bed), we had both aquired the same pair of fake Ray Ban 'hippster' glassed for dash (free). While visiting Bamenda, Monica and I bought matching tops. We decided to go to our friends going away party matching!!

Saturday: Find Tole waterfall

The waterfall in Tole is not a touristic site, is it actually a place of spirituality and prayer. Photos were not allowed to be used once inside the gate so this picture is just a picture of the Tole Tea fields along the drive there and back. Tole is a small village about 20min from Molyko where I stay in Buea.

Monday (Sept 23rd) was Monica's official send off party!!

The following day I took her to the airport in Douala and we said our goodbyes, but she will be back!! I miss her dearly and life is not the same without her, but as the Cameroonian phrase goes - "a di manage"... I am managing (in English)

Since my last post I have been able to cross not only one but TWO items off my bucket list!!!Can you guess what they are??

1) I opened a bottle with my TEETH!!

 

2) I went to Yaounde to see a Cameroonian football match... 

Cameroon vs. Libya

Final score = 1-0

People call me Tonia here :)

Then I went back to Yaounde to watch the final World Cup Qualifying match.
Cameroon vs. Tunisia
Final Score = 4-1

This game was insane!!!

As my friend Laglan and I approached the entrance to the stadium I could already see this game was going to be different than the last one... much more intense! There were long lines with those who held tickets, like us, and then crowds of others near the fences and walls and then a million police officers and military. It was complete chaos. Those who had tickets were not being allowed in...for God knows what reason. Laglan said it was because they wanted to take bribes so unless they paid they wouldn't let them in. Either way, it was very hectic. I tried to play my "foreigner in a foreign country" card and speak with the officers to see if they could help. Most of them were trying to be helpful and bringing me to more superior officers to try to get us into the game but in the end they just told me to wait in line with those who had tickets. So, we did just that. I didn't want to take my phone out for fear of it being stolen. There were people climbing walls, jumping fences and throwing themselves over onto the other side to see the game. The police had their belts and batons out whipping people as they wished. Suddenly, the crown next to us dispersed rapidly and I saw a flair had been thrown. I tried to run but I wasn't fast enough... an officer had unintentionally hit me in the back of the calf with his baton that he was swinging carelessly and violently. I played the same card as before and started to cry...I was quickly surrounded by apologetic military and police who eventually escorted me and Laglan into the field.

This is the aftermath - but fear not! I am strong and OK!

Although being 'beat by Cameroonian police" wasn't on my bucket list, it will be added and it will be crossed off. Right there under "be a victim of tear gas" from the strikes at UB back in May.

Here is a video of the match including the 3rd goal (a corner kick) and the crowd going crazy afterwards.

I had a gut feeling that they were going to score. So I looked at my friend who was holding my phone (keeping it safe) and said, "They are going to score, let me see my phone so I can record." Sure enough they scored! 

The weekend was a wonderful weekend in Yaounde. A friend of mine Al who lives in Buea and has his family house in Yaounde was actually around for the weekend as well. He brought me to his village on the other side of Mount Febe and showed me a local artist named NDOFOA. He is BRILLIANT!! His entire house was his workshop and the walls where made into one giant collage with pictures and random things such as bottle caps, pipes and of course every color of the rainbow. He is looking for someone to help him make a catalog to sell his art and get him more 'publicity'. Every time I go to Yaounde, I think I will meet with him and take photos to help him work on it. He is a very nice man and gave me the painting at half price because that was all I had and Al brought me :)

This is the painting I bought...
The longer you look at it, the more things you see.

As I said before... one reason why I haven't been blogging is because of my work with YAN. I have been very busy with lesson planning, teaching, correcting papers, looking for an intern etc.

YAN Club at the Government High School in Buea Town.

Madam Antonia

Bar Camp Cameroon 2013 : Buea, Cameroon

BarCamp is held throughout the year in Cameroon and all around the world. This year Buea was fortunate enough to be the first Anglophone region to host the event. Bar Camp is a the largest annual “non-conference” of passionate individuals who are interested and involved sectors of the digital and technology society. Those attending and presenting include: bloggers, photographers, videographers, entrepreneurs, enthusiasts,  journalists, activists, professors, field specialists and students. It’s a meeting of forward-thinking minds coming together to discuss the countless opportunities and obstacles they all face in the era of modern technology.

BarCamp is referred to as a “non-conference” because of its informal format and random/sporatic scheduling. Nevertheless and undoubtedly, quality discussions, stimulating interaction and a trade fair-like atmosphere are some of its characteristics. BarCamp is seen as a combining platform between Cameroon’s tech and civil society, geared at addressing grand issues of the day. 

A friend of mine, Al (yes the same one who showed me the amazing artist in Yaounde) who works at ActiveSpaces (a organization that incubates local businesses) had invited me to give a presentation at this years BarCamp. He told me that it was going to be a very informal ‘non-conference’ and I would have between 15-20min to give a speech and a powerpoint presentation. Although the expected audience number of 200-300 was not met, I was still able to reach out to a good amount of people. I spoke about the founding of YAN, how it has improved and grown since 2009 and what we are doing presently. It was nice to get feedback from the audience which mostly included focusing more of the curriculum on social media while also advising YAN to work in more schools.

 After the speech they asked me to say a few words to the TV news crew.

Paola is from Italy and doing her PhD in Germany. She is currently doing her research here in Buea at the Advanced School and Translation and Interpretation (ASTI) at the University of Buea. She is focusing on Community Translation. I met Paola a few months back when I was still working for Green Cameroon. She asked to interview me privately since I had said, "Yes, I needed a Pidgin translator when I had first arrived and was working in the villages." I found her about 7 others who needed translation help because of their work here so I rounded them all around to my house for the interviews. She was very grateful for my contribution and invited me to her "sensitization day". The interviews were in late August/early September ad the sensitization took place in November. It was full of funny skits and a lot of advice giving for those who work in the field. It focused mostly on Hospitals and NGOs. At the end, we debriefed. I had an opportunity to give my advice to those with international volunteers coming to work with them - - PIDGIN LESSONS!!! And even CULTURAL LESSONS!!! What to respect, how to act, standards, rules, regulations, etc!

Skit from the Sensitization Day

AIESEC is the largest youth-run organization in the WORLD. They operate in 113 countries or territories and have more than 86,000 members! Here at the University of Buea (UB) they have their very own chapter. The president, Kabila, had invited me to give a short speech to the new recruits of the year. Even thought I was not an AIESEC member, he said it would be good to have a foreigner give my experience in a foreign country as an intern and I could motivate them to want to experience another culture. So... I did just that... IN PIDGIN-ENGLISH!! Ok, a don lie...ano fit fo talk all tings so wen a no fit a talk english (Ok, I lied. I cant say everything in Pidgin, so when I can't say something I just speak in English.) So in the end, it was probably 70% Pidgin English. They loved it!! Everyone was laughing, recording me on their cell phones asking me questions in Pidgin... it was great :)

And in case you didnt hear....

 

 I am an official resident of The Republic of Cameroon.

Na ma tailor ei pikin dem.These are my tailors children.

Festivities in Bakwelle Village

Sorry for the delay...

I was rocked pretty hard with malaria. 

It really wipes you out.

Mentally&Physically.

Dance like no one is watching

From pregnant mamas to old paps, babies, toddlers teens and everyone in between: everyone dances here. No matter how old or how young, where you are, what you are doing, what music is playing... nothing matters - just dance. I think that's why everyone dances so good, because they have been feeling rhythm and dance moves since they were in the womb. I remember watching a voodoo ceremony in Benin in 2011, there was this mama dancing ferociously around a fire with her baby strapped onto her back with a loin cloth...I remember thinking, "Wow, that baby is going to be a great dancer when it is older." Coming from a culture that is much more reserved in its dancing practices, it's a really beautiful thing here to see such a variety of people dancing so freely.. not embarrassed that they might be dancing "pooly", not worried that they are literally the only person dancing in a room - they are simply loving life and moving to the groove.

Another thing that is quite different when it comes to the dancing culture here is Cameroonians love watching themselves dance. In nearly all of the night clubs/bars/cabarets there are huge mirrors where people will stand and dance by themselves in front of the mirror, just watching themselves. At first I found it a bit odd, but to each their own, right? My friend told me that the main reason there are mirrors in the clubs is not for people to watch themselves dance, but to ward off spirits. If a spirit comes to the club, once he/she sees the mirrors, they will leave. A spirit cannot see his/her own reflection and the mirror and that means they cannot stay in the club.

Spirits and ancestors are very much alive here -

 they are part of everyday life.

Bride Price

My whole life I've read about the negatives of bride price, how it objectifies the woman, makes them out to be some sort of possession or object to buy/sell/own and I've openly opposed it. Until now. Tradition is such a beautiful thing and a wedding wouldn't be what it is without hearing the pig squealing in agony as it is on its way to get slaughtered the morning after the wedding. I don't see it so much as a 'purchasing a woman' anymore - its much more about tradition. At least here anyways.

I was told that my future husband should give to my father: 4 full grown pigs, 3 goats, 50 liters of palm oil, 50 liters of palm wine and 1 million cfc ($2,000USD). Not bad ey, Dad?

Libation

I first came across this practice when I went to a Bakossi wedding in Douala with my co-worker and friend Delegate (aka Max). There was some sort of figure in the middle of the room. People were dancing, giving speeches and pouring palm wine on top of it. I was a bit confused but just snapped photos and went with it.

Last week in Mamfe, I watched a friend pour his beer into a glass. I watched him over-pour as the beer 'head' spilled over the top and all over the table. I wish I could say that was the first time I saw that but I see it all the time. I consistently see Cameroonians over-pour their drinks and spill them all over. I always think "What a mess! Watch what you're doing. What poor judgement of how much to pour" among other things. As I watched him, I just started to laugh out loud. He says "why yu di laugh so?" (why are you laughing like that). I said to him "Why don't you stop sooner so you don't make a mess?" He explained to me that when you purposely over-pour a drink to spill, its libation for your ancestors.

I've been renamed. Twice:

Bayangi name = Nsunsu (pronounced: nn sue sue)

Bakossi name = Ebude Mbulle (ay boo day mm boolay)

New addition to the bucket list

-Open bottle with teeth. Only true Cameroonians do this... aka ALL Cameroonians do this...I just hope I don't break my tooth - not too sure how good the dentists are here.

Welcome to Bakwelle Village

Upon arrival we greeted the family we were staying with (My friend Sarah's host family is from the village) and started to walk to the football field to watch the match.

 

In all honesty, I did't watch more than 5min of the football game... I was much too distracted by the adorable children running around me playing and begging for my attention!

This boy has got his poses down!

After the match we strolled back to the house and just passed time with the family and many others in the village. There is only one "store" (if you could call it that) in the village and it is owned by the family and located right at the front of their yard. Because of this, the compound made for a very lively location where people frequently passed by to get a beer, buy some sweets, or just to visit. There were many people around after dark and I was practicing my pidgin with a few of the local mamas. They were quite impressed (...or maybe it was more amused), especially after I told them that I was a Bakossi woman with the name Ebude.

The following morning, Saturday, there was a 'marathon' for the men and women of the village. There was about a total of 20 participants and half of them were barefoot! After the running event we had a lot of time to waste until the 'cultural festivities' started in the afternoon...so we strolled...

"Take my snap!!" "Show me! Show me!"

 

He is making his own chair!

We met in the community hall around 4pm and the activities commenced.

The audience...

Coca cola+wine = drink for the guests

Women's cultural dance

"TAKE A SNAP!" (during the award giving)

This little gal would not leave my arms, I left go and she
just clung to me like a koala bear in a tree.

Enjoy this video of the cultural festivities...

After the festivities we went to Mamfe for a bit of live music and dancing.

The next morning we were on our way to Bamenda and then on the bus back to Buea.

View driving from Mamfe to Bamenda

Little did I know, I had contracted malaria during this wonderful visit.

Jungle Road: 2011 vs. 2013
Ikom, Nigeria to Mamfe, Cameroon 

When I was in Cameroon in 2011 we crossed from Nigeria into Cameroon via the epic and infamous 'jungle road'. There were pot holes the size of our truck. We would literally drive in and out of the pot holes - if it was wet season, there is no way we would have passed through that way. There was rumor that the Chinese were going to pave the road. They have interest in doing that because they export a lot of Cameroon's timber.

When we were in Bakwelle, I was able to see the transformation first hand... I didnt even recognize the road until I friend pointed and said "if you keep going that way, you will hit the Nigerian boarder".

Left is Nigeria - Right is to Mamfe

Bakossi Police Man
We left Mamfe towards Bamenda in a shared taxi. As usual - 3 in the front (including driver) and 4 in the back. We were stopped at a road block for at least 30 min because our driver didnt have 'proper documents'. Just around the time I was about to jump on the next passing bus, the police let him go. At the next stop, all of us, the passengers, were asked for ID. Without hesitation I handed him my certified photocopy of my passport and visa. He looked at the front. Tuned it around. Looked at the back and said, "This has expired,  step out of the car" - All I could think was ...great, now I'm the hold up. We walked over to the shack of a police office on the side of the road to discuss further with his other police colleagues. He was confused... I was issued a 6-month visa in January so he thought it expired in June. I explained to him that I didnt enter the country until March 10th meaning it doesn't expire until September 10th. After he realized his mistake, his colleague noticed something else. "This document is expired! Certified documents are only good for 3 months in Cameroon. You must get them re-certified after 3 months! This is not valid!" This is true, this is something I had been told before but never really listened to because I didn't see it affecting me. "We will have to take you down to the main office." He says in a stern voice... I was not about to get brought in by the police, so I started to talk my way out of it "Abeg sir, a no no me. dey no tell me at police station" - They look shocked from my Pidgin, "What nationality are you!?" I reply, "a bi Bakossi woman, ma name na Ebude" (Bakossi is a tribe here) "No, what county are you from?" "a komot fo Amerika" He looks pleased, "And you are already speaking our language here!? You say you are Bakossi, that means you are my sister!" I look at his name tag, it's a Bakossi name. I say in his dialect "Chang makem" He looked even more surprised and give me a traditional handshake and replied "Makem makem boyum" He told me that I could go because I spoke his dialect.
Thankfull I got out of that mess! But, no worries. I went straight to the Buea Police Station and applied for my residence permit - now I am half Cameroonian for real! And, with this permit, I can go and come as I please for 2 years!!

Work, School, NGO, etc
Work with YAN starts in 1 week. I've been in contact with the previous fellows who worked last year and have been getting some good insight! I am so excited to begin working! Please see my fundraising page and donate what you can.

I am still doing things here and there for Green Cameroon. They just launched their September fundraiser on GlobalGiving. Check it out HERE.

The curriculum I was doing through Ompraksh EdGE has been finished for some time now, but my capstone thesis is creeping up on me. That will need to be finished by the end of the month.

I have this crazy idea of teaching a "CV/resume and cover letter/letter of motivation" class for students here. I've been speaking with several students (Buea is mostly comprised of students) and all of them complain about their lack of knowledge pertaining to CVs, resumes and letters involved in applying for a job. I don't know where I would teach, where I would advertise, how much I would charge (everyone says that if I dont charge no one will take it seriously), or when it would be... but its just an idea I have.

Rainy Season
The season is still wet, but its has been changing... it doesnt rain 24/7 now - we will have torrential down pour followed by overcast or even sun. It's not too bad! But, I am really looking forward to the sun and dry season!!

Cameroonian Football
Tomorrow, I am hopefully crossing off another thing on my bucket list - Cameroon plays Libya in a World Cup qualifier. Went to the market today to get my jersey, leaving at 6am tomorrow morning for Yaounde...wish me luck!! Hope the crowd isn't too crazy, I hope they win, and most of all - I hope it doesn't rain!! Look for me on TV!!

Important Announcment! And some fun in Yaounde&Bamenda :)

Picture this...

Sunday morning: The rain tapping on your roof has woken you up, not in a startling way, it's more of a soothing sound that reminds you where you are...Buea, Cameroon during the wet season. After untangling yourself in the sheets you make your way to your closet of a kitchen. All you want is to go to the coffee shop on the corner, order a hot mocha, relax and people watch. But you know, there is no coffee shop within 70km... what do you do?

Solution...

You make do with what you have (nescafe instant coffee, powered milk and nescquick), sit on your balcony, take a look around and enjoy every moment of your one and only precious life.

Internship with Green Cameroon
The days of my (second) internship here in Buea have been winding down. I encourage everyone to check out Green Cameroon's website and sign up for their newsletter! They are doing fantastic work in Buea and need interns all year around.

As part of my internship with GC, I have been researching grants and potential donors, creating partnerships around the globe and have increased and expanded Green Cameroon's volunteer/intern platform and overall visibility. I will continue working with them on the side when I have free time.

On the last days of my internship, we received good news from GlobalGiving (an online NGO/project fundraising website) that we had been selected to compete in their September Open Challenge as a trial period to be a partner on their site. So keep an eye open for Green Cameroon's projects on GlobalGiving and be sure to give a little in September! Being on GlobalGiving is a huge opportunity to get seriously needed funding for some great projects.

My colleagues and boss

I made a quick mid-week trip to Yaounde to try to figure out my visa extension. Turns out it will be easier and pretty much the same price for me to just apply for a residence permit as opposed to two 6-month visas.

Bamenda and First Communion
I was in Buea just for one night and then took the night bus to Bamenda. Monica and I bought our tickets earlier in the day so we could save a good seat, but even the good seat was hard to sleep in. We left the park at about 10pm but didnt get 'on the road' until a bout 10:30pm. There was some sort of problem (as there always is)...we were either waiting for the driver himself or another passenger. The last time I went to Bamenda I was very very cold on the bus, so this time I was sure to prepare and bring a hat and scarf. Those are 2 things I didn't think I would need those things over here but they sure come in handy. We arrived at the bus station in Bamenda just around 5am. I made a friend on the bus, Amelia*, and she found us a bike to take to our hotel. The hotel woman was sleeping when we arrived but she kindly let us check in early and gave us the room at a discounted price. We slept a bit and then walked all over Bamenda. Up and down Commercial Avenue, and through the central market. We took moto-bikes up to Uptown Station (aka Uptown) to see the beautiful view of the whole city.

View of Bamenda from UpStation

We stopped at a couple of craft shops and made out way to Mama's house in Bellow Fonchum (I dont think that is the correct spelling but its just an area in Bamenda). After dropped off the goodies I brought for them (papaya and smoked fish) we headed back to the market where I found some beautiful fabric and the perfect gift for Angel's First Communion. I bought her a beautiful gold (in color) watch with pink. I had them remove some watch links since she is so little.

Saturday was more bumming around the city and just checking things out. It is a huge city but the weather was absolutely beautiful! Sure it rained here and there, but the sun came out!! I hadn't seen the sun since JUNE living in Buea. It was just a wonderful sunny weekend. We bought Monica's bus ticket, spent more time in the market and met up with Amelia. Mama and the girls prepared delicious ndole for Monica and I before she took the night bus back to Buea. I went to sleep early to prepare for the festivities the following day.

Sunday, I woke up early, ran to the bus park to buy my night bus ticket (and get a good seat) then back to the house to bucket bathe and get ready.

I had an amazing breakfast of fresh Cameroonian coffee, groundnut paste and bread.

Me, enjoying the sun, Bamenda and life!!

Mama's brother runs the Linguistic Center in Bamenda and was hosting a Togolese priest who was doing his masters in Yaounde and trying to learn English. He is from Lomé, the capital . I chatted with him for a bit and reminisced about Togo, Benin and Voodoo. That is a region I would most definitely LOVE to go back to someday. 

Then we all headed to church as a family. It was the same church I went to last time but the mass was not in Pidgin this time.

Angel looked like an angel.

Mama making announcements during church.

All of those receiving their first communion

Family

Angel and I

After church we strolled back to the house and carried food from neighbors houses to Mama and Papa's house (where the party was to be held).

The Good News Bible Cake sent from family in Douala!

Angel's Mom and Dad - Mom came from Tanzania for the celebration!

 

There were many similarities I could spot between my first communion and Angle's. The obvious were things you see in the pictures... white dress, church ceremony, bible cake, celebration with friends and family afterwards, gifts, food, etc. But we are in Cameroon, so not everything was the same...  There was of course way more DANCING!!

 

Just as I thought the party was 'coming to an end'... Kevin* ( calls for me "Anto (thats my nickname there) - come outside you will really enjoy this" - so of course I follow....

Walking through the front gate into the yard is a crowd of people, some with drums, some singing and others dancing. Amongst them were two jujus. A woman and man (both were men but one was dressed as the female). They had huge masks on and were dancing around combing each others hair and having others comb their hair. As you will see in the video (I apologize for the poor quality, it was filmed from a cell phone since my camera was dead), they spotted the 'whiteman' and ran to dance with me. The random things that happen here, they really put a huge smile on your face...

*BIG NEWS*

For those of you who don't know, this is my second time in Cameroon and when I bought my ticket to come, I only bought a one way.
I wanted/hoped for something big to happen here. Here as in "West/Central Africa" - a job anywhere!
My money was going to run out in August/September so if I didnt find one by then, I would head back the US.
I was applying everywhere but always found myself under qualified (either lacking a masters, a fluent 2nd language or work experience).
In July I applied to be a "YAN Fellow" with Youth Advocacy Network, an American NGO that operates in Buea. Youth Advocacy Network (YAN) started in 200 and works as a vehicle of youth empowerment by teaching young children the power of social justice, social media and computers at large.

I've recently accepted their offer of employment and will be working as a YAN Fellow from September 15th, 2013 until July 15th, 2014. From the title of the position, its clear that it is not a career by any means. I will receive rent and a small stipend for my work but I'm sure it will give me invaluable experience and get me that much closer to the dream jobs that in actuality, still don't pay a lot, but enough to survive and pay off those student loans.

I am more than ecstatic about this position and the opportunity to live in Buea, Cameroon for an entire more year doing something I love - inspiring the next generation to bring about social change through computers and the internet IN AFRICA. :D It's a dream come true!

I would like to take this time to quote the king of reggae himself Bob Marley by reminding everyone to:

"Live the life you love, love the life you live"

If you succeed at doing this, then you my friend, are leading a
successful life regardless of what others around you say!

I've also decided to add something to my bucket list...

- Learn to drive a moto bike (well) and rent one to take on the Ring Road during the dry season for a week or so. Wear helmet during this adventure.  

The Cultural Festival in Mamfe that I was supposed to go earlier this week was postponed. Which was a good thing - I got sick once I returned from Bamenda because I took the night bus and sat by the window = it was cooooold! and no sleep. There was a death in the village so they postponed the activities to Fri-Sun so I am leaving tonight and just starting for feel better.

*Names changed for privacy

PEACE and LOVE <3