Could You vote for Anyi aka Ozi International as best make up artist and Nji Asonganyi for best photographer CFA Awards Please?


Last week I blogged about my talented and beautiful baby cousin as featured on Amy Banda’s blog. So, she’s been nominated for this prestigious national award and anyone from any where ofcourse can vote for her. Can you my beloved e-family help me with your precious vote?

Remember, follow this link, scroll down to best make up artisit and you find her glam foto as Ozi International.

And oh please, when on the website don’t forget to check out the category best fashion photographer.  Anyi’s baby brother Nji Asonganyi is a fashion photgrapher and has even done some shoots and videos of yours truly. Could you vote for him too please?

I wonder if they make themselves up and take their own shoots. See these ones below

Read what some site writes about Nji Asonganyi:

Nji Asonganyi has revolutionized the art of celebrity portraits by producing color images of famous actors, musicians, athletes, chefs, beauty queens and TV personalities.

Ushering in a new age of color photography, Asonganyi’s work is basically focused on the beauty of picture taking, proper lighting and the best angles. He maybe doing what every photographer is supposed to do but his work some what brings the beauty of his muse out in a more professional manner.

Call him a beauty photographer if you want, there’s no complaining about that but he sure puts hard work and continuous studies to be the best at what he does. There is a great deal of civility and respect in his images and the color makes them really fun to look at, as well.

My peepsIsn’t this talent at its best in the family? They work together of course – should that even be a question? So if we are voting for Anyi, I only submit that Nji her photographer par excellence gets his own award – and wow never think none has talent because they studied something else in school and aren’t in that field.

In gratitude for your votes,

Yours truly

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Oh la la: How sad I was to realize it was but a dream…



Two nights ago I woke up in excitement before realizing where I was: in my bedroom in Douala Cameroon Africa and no where near the White House in DC USA America! What? And the actual first couple there are not Barack and Michelle Obama poor me. I mean what a dream for a prospective non immigrant even zut!

So here is that dream: I was an intern with the legal department of the White House, and my boss took me to a staff party. The president and first lady surprised staff and I dared to ask Michelle if she could sign my internship attestation. She said sure, just then my boss passed by with Barack and he called me up to introduce me to the President. I heard my name so loud I got up in a haste with a big smile…

And bam, I started laughing ad looked up to see the time: 3:45 am…I laughed so hard Alain who was already up reading, came in to ask if I was ok

Well, this is definitely nicer than the dream I had last week of the KKK torching 3 homes.

Wishing us all a happy weekend, am much better and looking forward to a socializing and movies weekend

Cynthia my niece and heroine in Peabody MA


Will that be 3 D or what? Whoop whoop whoop

Cynthia and her proud parents infront of her street sign

So world, after some cheeky emotional and physical times with 3 family deaths in a month, more stuffs and some joints inflammations, am going to braggingville.

Cynthia’s mother is a paternal first cousin and not just any one. Her own mum raised dad her baby brother when their own mum died and he was barely 5. We grew up together and Cynthia’s mum is my dad’s daughter by all account. All my paternal cousins call him daddy for he was a big family man.

So, back to Cynthia my heroine. She is our family star of course and I personally so proud of her. Had somebody showed me some support I would have been an athlete too. It’s in our gene. I ran all over as a kid and teen, played volley, hand and even football (soccer for Americanas) etc.

Cynthia has a street sign with her name now and I mean what else can I say? Inspiration and Motivation right in my own lineage right?

Thank you Cynthia you are definitely my heroine. Thanks to her awesome parents for nurturing her so. 

Now guess what Cynthia’s brother is into? That’s for another post of course

Death visits – again: But am celebrating her life


My late aunt O Rose, myself and her grandaughter

I have such fond memories and how she always gave me something to take back with me each time I visited the village. Indeed, the bag in which she gave me foodstuffs when I visited with the kids last summer is still in my kitchen. I am so grateful for the Grace to have taken her two granddaughters with us to the village last summer. That was the first time in 5 years they were seeing each other. Indeed the last time they were there was to bury their own mother, my best best best cousin whose death I didn’t even hear off – being in one of my wildernesses. The visit to the village therefore was cathartic for all of us. This is my memory and how I chose to grieve my dear aunt to eternity.

P.s: sometimes I want to not write or talk about stuff hoping it’ll just go away. But nope if I don’t let it out it muggles my mind – and that Ivshun so much.

AMY BANDA’S BLOG: Anyi Asonganyi: The women who have made it are no different from you in any way, we all can win.


http://amybanda.blogspot.com/2017/11/anyi-asonganyi-women-who-have-made-it.html?m=1

Anyi is my second cousin: Her late super intellectual dad was my mother’s uncle, while our mothers are very close friends from secondary school days. We pretty grew up so close and though she is my kid sister by near a decade, we are buddies. I just wish I could spare an hour or so for an exotic make up lol.

Is this super inspiring and motivating or what?

I am Sophisticated and other mix from my world


Advocate me
Yeah that lady you see there is said to be sophisticated

Hello world and happy weekend,

  1. I wouldn’t have blogged about being sophisticated if that remark hadn’t been thrown at me twice in two days. First on Wednesday and then on Thursday. First case was on a whatsapp forum where I wrote: ‘with all due respect I beg to disagree…’ The backlash was to me ‘complicated’. First I was told I was disrespectful (in writing the way I did – have learnt now), next I was told I was ‘jealous’ (because I said much time was wasted on a professional group wishing happy birthdays unend – like 93 messages that day was just that), and then the: ‘You are sophisticated’ – leave the group if you don’t like… Thursday another incident with an individual on whatsapp again. He write to me a second time without my name – shoots something like: ‘Hey, can we meet…’ I had already told him I find it more personal when my name is used at least in the first exchange for the day, and I had told him so the previous time we chatted… He didn’t take my gentle reminder lightly and: ‘You are sophisticad’ was dished again. So, maybe am sophisticated after all. I really don’t mind how anyone sees me because I see myself as it matters to me the most and am proud of who I am becoming big time. If sophisticated is part of the description by some – then so be it;
  2. It isn’t my business how others raise their kids, but if I have to help babysit them for a weekend, it gets into my business. You see one of my neighbours with whom I have a very cordial relationship lost her grandma and couldn’t travel with her two kids. She asked if I could have them for the weekend and I said no problem. They have slept here before and are quiet kids for their tender ages of 3.5 and 2 years respectively. Her first is a boy and the second a girl. I have observed to her because we talk alot and cross paths a lot, that I think she is clearly favouring her daughter over her son. She didn’t hide from me that he reminds her of their dad and all the pain he has/is causing her. The daughter named after her mum is clearly her baby, fondly called mama and has so much stuff more than the boy. Now when she left them, she packed lots of stuffs and a spare shoe for the girl, and the boy had just a tiny handful and no pair of shoes at all. He came in slippers while the daughter had shoes on. I am none to judge but I personally know such glaring discrepancy can take a big toll on a child’s self esteem and even make matters worse at home for the mother. I was at her back for months before she let go her style of correcting the son. She could trash some life out of him and it caused me real painful flasbacks – of course he just kept ‘fumbling’ and the cycle went on… I see a big difference in that area today;
  3. When others know you take care of them in various ways, it may be difficult for them to think you may need taking care of too…I mean even self care is viewed to them as being selfish – Yep I may be Sophisticated is that it? Since Monday last week I have been fighting inflamations on my knees and eventually right hand, but whenever I mentionned that it was quickly brushed aside like it’ll pass don’t worry and then back to their own concerns… I have therefore decided to step up my selfishness scale until I find a healthy balance. I am therefore home today, done the barest minimum for my boys and ofcourse much for myself starting with a long walk – I am starting a new book, finishing a movie and hoping to start and finish another one…

I am very grateful for my support network (quality over quantity is what makes my network so special). One of those I reached out to FOR FREE (seriously reach out to him if you need any expert assistance – and it’s all FOR FREE how big heart is that), is Doctor Jonathan Coltier who has the incredible blog: It’s all about healthy choices

Ever grateful for life, happy weekend every one

 

You Shouldn’t… if You Wouldn’t…


Dear A,

You shouldn’t be quick to speak, if you wouldn’t be smart to listen

You shouldn’t be fast to blame, if you wouldn’t be up to the game

You shouldn’t be dumb to condemn, if you wouldn’t be glad if condemned

You shouldn’t try to impress,  if you wouldn’t try when am depressed

You shouldn’t dare to preach, if you wouldn’t try to reach the real me

You shouldn’t fake you care if you wouldn’t dare an extra mile

You shouldn’t bluff you are clean, if you wouldn’t help the unclean

You shouldn’t brag about your sanity, if you wouldn’t learn about insanity

You shouldn’t boast of your country, if you wouldn’t acknowledge its history
P.s: formally putting closure on some troubling mind muggles recently

America’s Angels and other musings related to mental health…


Hi World,

I don’t know how to qualify my moods today. All is not so good and am near pissed. Why should what happens in America or wherever shake me so? I mean I had a nightmare last night (hardly recall any precedence zut). The KKK were torching 3 homes to be precise – I woke up ant it was 1.28 am I have a clock that reflects on my ceiling. I just have to type all this out and hopefully calm down enough to continue my day which is equally so taxing already with a phone crash last night.

So, yesterday I wrote of America’s ghostsAmerica’s ghosts – I had been planning before the terrible incident of yesterday to blog about America’s Ghosts and America’s Angels after reading the wonderful book by Steve Fugate titled Love Life Walk.

The ghosts of Jim Crow, of the Civil War or the Appropriation, Misapporiations and reservations, the treatment of natives and immigrants (who aren’t fortunate to belong to certain families descendants of immigrants themselves) oh my gosh gosh gosh – I really need to stop reading so vast and caring so much. I now can understand why events likle the collapse of the Berlin Wall or the murder of JFK and etc could drive some off the edge to maniaville completely.

But no I wouldn’t go off any cliff because I am tougher. I will brave this but I now know I should mind more of my business than what the media trusts my way. I will chose what I click period. Las Vegas shooting touched me  and I reached out to mine – but maybe this time because it was in a church and the victim toll – oh my …

And yet America has so many angels. I visited 5 different states in 2015 and took all means of transportation I could just to be in the move – name it I took it maybe except private jet (which I wasn’t even hoping to). I walked of course, took the bus (both in the city and cross city – two different companies even), train, cesna, plane, even hitched a ride in Vermont after visiting my Precious Pammy at the hospital and it was getting dark etc and I have no recollection of being treated shabily. I mean I remember Richie who played some instrument (ah yes the Clarinet) and bout me a soda and told stories all the way, I remember oh this lady who bought me food in the train from VT to DC, I remember Sherry who invited me to spend the night over at Virginia, I mean Pammy whom I had never met who invited me to the US in the first place and contributed towards my air ticket, made up such a nice room for me even though hers was in such a mess, so so many good memories I can’t even remember again. I thought it was because I was a foreigner (don’t ask me if I carried a sign), but when I read Steve Fugate’s book I knew there were Angels indeed in America.

Sadly now, When such a terrible thing occurs, a culprit is to be found asap. Mental health is a suspect par excellence and it’s even cool if records can prove that asap so the case can be closed. But I have known quiet a two hands full in America who live with various mental health challenges, illnesses and etc and they are oh so nice or simply keep to themselves.

Seriously, I am shaken and taking some big measures. No twitter for a while and hardly any facebook. Even if the fire is burning on Mount Cameroon heading towards Douala IDC!!! I am reviewing my interet list on G+ and of course I wouldn’t click any sensational headline again – serves me right.

I know a lot of killings and crap and hatred and hurt out there, but for a human being to calmly take a gun in a church or wherever and gun down others – then something is really wrong somewhere.

I pray for myself and the angels in America to not let the ghosts and nightmare of that country close in on us and mess up further our fragile mental healths.

God Bless America indeed: I feel better having ranted this out here

P.S: AM LEAVING ALL TYPOS TO REMIND ME OF HOW SHAKEN I WAS WHEN I WROTE THIS POST

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