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From Apprehension 2 Anticipation & Appreciation: My journey reading High Tide Low Tide…


Hi world, anybody who has visited my blog this past 10 days or so, may rightly think I am obsessed with this book. Yes I am, to a very large though healthy extent. I have never come across a book like this, one which stabbed my soul, made me cry and laugh and curse, and praise, and envy, and shun, deal and heal, and and and ad infinitum…

Yes, from initial acceptance to read and review the book; Apprehension crept in just after the introduction. Hmm, what can I tell you? It may not rock your boat so and that is the whole point – about mental illness. A few will care and many will care less.

But, and yes, the above book did rock my mind big time; I almost gave up reading the book and got different advice when I reached out for some here on my blog. Finally, I found five good reasons why I should read on.

Anticipation set in and I started being amused at the indepth of this particular reading trip. I didn’t want to hurry because I came to realize the book wasn’t so long and technical as I had apprehended. But, I equally didn’t want to be any slow because I anticipated some soul searching discoveries  (like what was the deal with doing laundry) and hopefully a happy ending. I wasn’t disappointed both ways.

Now, a little bit about my fascination with this book. I had a best friend as a child, my only brother with whom I learnt to play football and fight for in school…at age 11, he got epilepsy. He moved on, I was there but after a few years he was sent to Germany for further studies. He had brains…but the nurological disorder bashed those brains big time…fast forward USA June 2014, I finally learn he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder a few years prior… I hate writing about this whole era  – HE DIED AUGUST 2, 2014 IN BOSTON (I thought publishing a whole book will lay it to rest…nada). So, dear readers, if you do some calculus and philosophize, plus the fact that am one who has been through her own share of shit, and have a few friends going through theirs, you will largely appreciate my fascination with the book.

I heartily congratulate and appreciate the authors and thank them for writing the book. I will do a formal review in the coming days, may be before or after I interview the authors…the book is mind you revealing of so much soul so I will see…

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I am a Transcontinental Mother…


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I am a Transcontinental Mother
What do you think this is?
Who dares brand herself one?
Tell me how you go about this?
Can you suckle a baby as such?
Can you soothe some tears?
Tell me how you can clean a bruise?
Nor attend any events?
For goodness sake, what kind of specie is this?
I will dare console, mothering is one big feat
A feat with such guilt
Guilt at not being a mother
Guilt at becoming a mother
Guilt at not being a good mother
And yet, I have come to realize mothering with love, even from across the ocean, is possible
I admit I had to flee for a while to realize that
But in the meantime, I am giving transcontinental mothering my best shot
and oh how glad I am, that soon and very soon a transcontinental mother I’ll be no more!!!
P.S This poem is my heartfelt way of rounding up what I consider mother’s month. Mother’s day is celebrated on different dates accross the globe, and in my country Cameroon it’s on the last sunday of May. One of the chapters of my recently published memoirs, is on Finding Strength as a Transcontinental Mother. Happy Mother’s Day to all once more!!! I hope my three musketeers here below, come to one day truly empathize with their mummy! My first son graduated from Primary School yesterday and all I could do was cry tears of joy and sadness!!!
For them I thrive amidst my challenges
For them I thrive amidst my challenges
My own boy!
My own boy!