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I first crushed on Roy back in 1987 when I was 8 years old. This was is a new primary (elementary) school and I was still trying to find my bearings around.
He was a very neat boy who could listen to me talk and talk while he was just smiling shyly and saying the barest minimum…
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Nathan shares a soulful gratitude tube to his mum and all frontliners. Thank you for thanking us all and the frontliners in particular. You know your moral support to mummy also gives her the motivation to get going every day.
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It’s a big step in the right direction already when men sit on the same panel with women and speak up or out.
When men join the conversation this earnestly, we can only be full of Hope that one day both genders will stop ‘fighting’, get their knees off each other’s neck, and live in harmony especially in their intimate relationships. There will as a result be no more domestic violence, abuse, gender bases violence and children suffering from adverse childhood experiences
I want to celebrate Ekema today. It is equally his 39th Birthday. He lives with us since June after his last discharge from the Psychiatry ward. You see, I was an intern at the Psychiatry ward and on my very first day there I went into the ‘infamous cabano’ and Ekema spoke to my spirit without my knowing then we would still be together 8 months later. And so on his special day, I am sharing what I just wrote to him on Facebook because I want the world to know #itispossible and that #ThereisHope, let’s #BetheHope
Dear Ekema: I want the world to know.
I remember April 02-2018 very well. That was my 1st day there and I was told not to go into the Cabano. I was told only the most crazy are kept there…and yes, when I finally defied and went in there a few hours later, you appealed to me immediately because you spoke English and offered me your journal to read all the projects you had in there for your family and society. The only words I recall hearing and understanding were Buea, Fakoship, Lawyer Makolo…the rest I couldn’t catch because you spoke them through your ‘forest-like’ beard at the speed of lightening. Your gaze seemed piercing and you paced so ferociously in your cell. I didn’t know then I will welcome you into my home, but I knew I wanted to help you out as most as I could. 8 months later, we are still helping each other out. You are a great uncle Ekema to to the boys, and a wonderful small brother to me. I have a wonderful family in that Buea now thanks to you and the world also knows about you. On this special day of yours, as you turn 39, what else can I wish you other than that your journey here on earth keeps getting better and better? You told me last night ma it’s 5th and not 15th, I was so proud of you for that because back in the hospital you had told me you don’t know and you don’t really care because you had never celebrated any. God will help celebrate this one. I appreciate you, you are my hero, you are an inspiration to many. God bless you always dear Albert Ekema Makolo. To God be the Glory great things he has done…
Hello world, this whole week is sealed for me. It starts off with my first son’s 15th birthday and that alone is enough to make my week. Nothing is going to get me offset this week by Grace.
I am so grateful I kept my pregnancy against all odds and stigma, shame and all. No time for melancholy, only celebration. My son is a grown young man now and wow what a blessing it has been all along.
So here are 15 reasons why am so grateful for Alain especially on this day;
- He is the epitome of my joy;
- He is the evidence of God’s unconditional love and amazing Grace in my life;
- He is a hardworking young man;
- He is a our barber at home;
- He is the Commander in Chief of our Home; while am the mum in chief;
- He is named after my dad and reminds me of my dad daily;
- He loves his family both nuclear and extended, and he shows it;
- He is my 1st sounding board for 15 years now;
- He is the best big brother his brothers could ever have;
- He is a friend to many;
- He is the best home teacher to Gaby lol;
- He is an example to his mates;
- He is on honour roll all the time;
- His teachers are ever proud of him;
- I count on Alain quite a lot and he hardly lets me down.
For a single mother and parent like myself, who stumbled onto motherhood 15 years ago, I am sincerely only filled with love and gratitude for all my sons, Alain topping the list of course hurray.
Dear all, join me wish hum a belated happy birthday and transitioning into…
It’s a long story but I adopted Israel last year. He is such a cute boy and so wise for his 26 years. He is so talented too and just launched with 3 friends a platform called FundandImpact. I am in awe at God’s Amazing Grace in our lives.
FundandImpact allows the world to reach out and impact one life at a time by donating to help and contribute funds for solutions to the problems faced as raised in the campaign. The notion behind the initiative is that together a bigger and better impact can be created in the life of others when we consider a problem affecting one person – as a problem affecting us all.
He calls me Mom and we love each other unconditionally. The boys love their big brother who is so happy to be part of our family. Israel has come from so far, last thursday was the first time he visited our home in Douala. He is ready to move on and said: ‘Yes Mom now you can Blog about me’.
I will write more about the other start ups he is working on eventually, and will sure be creating a campaign on FundandImpact very soon.
Have a great week everyone
My Ss Hero showed up to pick me just as l had expected
He had this fragile and yet empathetic stare
He stood by me while my mental challenges poked from several angles
He tried his best and l add took the test
l however thought he was so much of the puzzle
He thought l was so full of over-reactions and non-adaptability
I then realized that wasn’t the fairy tale I was dreamy of
I don’t know if I’ll ever be fooled to dream that dream again!
In the meantime my Ss Hero didn’t throw me out
He let me be while I faced more of me
He supported me on while I made the decision to quit
Yeah he did help me lots as I moved out
I now affirm that there’re surely several left turns before the Right
And yet my Ss Hero almost made me think the this turn looked Right!
I guess you don’t find many of such even among the stars
One of such exception to the general rule?
And so my Ss Hero, for all you taught me, for all you did for me, for all you didn’t or couldn’t, the joy, pain, and all you let me do and be; and oh for our last supper: I’ll for ever be grateful
My Ss Hero you’ll always be!
Wow, so am I to start crying now or rather stop? I have been wondering if this Mk as I call him, was for real. Could he be that secret angel I wrote about recently? I just stumbled on this post lyrics… and could I just sing speechless… to you both? Thank you both, soon my water will run dry because I must admit that I cry much more for joy until my headaches if you get what I mean.
I have blogged for years now. But I never met a man as gentle and kind as Mihran Kalaydjian. Because aside from the fact that he had been so generous reblogging my posts, there was this one very warm conversation I had with him.
When I posted my condolences to our dear Ajaytao, I made Mihrank cry that day. Although I was worried if I made him cry because I wrote bad; or I wrote something for Oscar’s (coz I do have the tendency for drama), but I was really touched with his honest sentiment. Coz Mihran never met Ajay, yet he shed a tear for him. He even asked me “Why am I crying, Aina?” I told him, “It’s because Mihran, you’re a gentleman with a very big heart and beautiful soul.” And so we were both crying in the end.
And I mean those words up to…
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Yes, I may really be going ‘shaggy’ right? Which was one is this now with both a hero and heroine in one person with such a first name? Well, just as it reads. Am fine by that and be it under the influence of mental illness, I don’t care.
I grew up hearing tales of John and Mary. I had always wished I would end up with a man called John. Well, that hasn’t happened yet and maybe it simply wouldn’t. I am out of that market.
Anyway, I finally met someone called John, right here on my blog. What a blahpedia my friend is? Check him out. I am so happy to have met someone who can be an unconditional friend and one I can also share with unconditionally.
It’s been a long while since I had such a friend. Friendships just like other serious relationships, grow from nurturing. Especially when they are such honest friendships, no judgments, nor envy, squabbles – in africa we say no WAHALA.
I hope to finally meet John some day and I hope not to be disappointed. Not bothered by looks, but by ‘mischievous feelings’. I also want to be prepared to kiss a woman or grandma were it be so revealed.
In the meantime, I asked john to be a beta reader for my brother’s book, and he agreed. Men, john surely barely sleeps. He gets all sort of information out there, and I have read and learnt so much since we met.
I admire my friend for wanting to learn and do so much about his mental health, and for sharing his journey so. Fortunately, South Africa could as well be on my way to Cameroon right? I mean, we could always find a way to do what we truly want. I just wish none of us leaves this earth without hugging each other tight.
I so wish us both well my dear john, and trust me when I say I give a damn about a person’s inclinations – just his sincerity.
Dear gentle readers and followers, wishing you all the best in your relationships too 🙂