Special Book Review: The Story of my Life – A beautiful Soul in Hell


Pre script: It’s been so long I reviewed a book, not because I am no longer reading books, but I just sort of ‘graduated’ from doing them? Hahaha. But here is a book, a scintillating autobiography as she calls it, I hope my review does it some justice. Read on or click the link to watch my live video on Facebook reviewing same o

I am an author, and I thought my first memoir was sizzling; well I have read a scintillating autobiography and all I have for the author is respect.

I first met Thatcher Nshan in 2006 in MTN CAMEROON, and we connected on Facebook a year or so ago. I celebrate her for all she is, all she does, and all she will keep doing both directly and indirectly in the mighty name of Jesus Amen

The memoir is one I couldn’t put down just like that, took me 2.5 days to read because I had other things to do lol

She tells us some about her childhood and her dreams which I am sure many of us girls and ladies can relate to. One of those is getting married to the love of her life. Yes, that was mine too.

It starts getting zigzag from there. Sometimes, when you are shielded a lot growing up, once on your own only God’s Grace can keep you grounded. Psalms 23 is no joker, she went through not one but several valleys of the Shadow of death. Let’s look at some in bullet points ok, I am no spoiler – get a copy from her at 5k

1) A very love infested but toxic Relationship with Ekwe…the abuse she got which almost turned her too into a murderer wow…on Facebook she doesn’t seem to tell her readers all;
2) Numerous affairs with Married Men to the point of wondering if there ain’t a spirit in her which attracts them to her or vice versa;
3) A boy toy or toy boy (whichever) affair which has such a twist even I who once had one, felt like a novice – these things are real and although I wouldn’t call the boys toys, I think it’s time we acknowledge that age ain’t no barrier in love;
4) The obsession with getting healed or delivered from both physical and suspected spiritual infirmities which take her to all sorts of houses (both God and Satan ones) with the apex being to the Synagogue in Naija not once but twice. Read that book to find out more;
5) And just when you think you have read it all…the Desire Saga sets in and the scam she is dealt by a prospective husband (they were already fiance and she lived with his twins even long after that scam – God bless her), oh my goodness some people dine with the devil FULLSTOP. This landed her in jail ah I forgot about first taking her through the psychiatric ward of the Laquentinie hospital in Douala.
There is a volume 2 I hear, I mean the story of her life is one good for a movie.
I pray she finds the deliverance, Healing and Love of her life she is still hoping for Amen
Young girls o, please do yourselves a favour get this scintillating autobiography and review your own lives before it’s too late. At least, through it all, she has her two beautiful and graceful children, one a miracle because science had said no way you can have a child again… arghhhhhhhh MAG you didn’t have to spoil it now
Ok read volume I and watch out for volume 2 which will detail her prison(s) experiences
Contact her to get a copy at: 655861266/678269970 hnshantem66@gmail.com

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#thankyouThatcherNshan
#GodisGood
#AttitudeofGratitude
#ThereisHope
#BetheHope
#letGodandLovelead
#makeitmagical
NB: I did a Facebook live video to review this book and so if you are on Facebook or can follow the link below to watch, that’s cool too: https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=1362666903875110&id=100003954406995

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How do you live your life?


Muse with MAG: How do you live your life?

 

 

 


When I had settled down into my own home with my boys, and gone for that turning point and amazing 3 days spiritual retreat, I went on my knees and said my personal prayer over and over again. I begged the Lord to give me a sentence on how to live my life henceforth – one I will be centered by and will not consciously depart from. You know, serenity and discernment were already my watchwords, my mantra in doing all things was already embodied in my 3Ds of Determination, Discipline and Dedication to which I later added the 3Ps of Passion, Purpose and Productivity in 2017, but I needed a sentence which could as well reflect how I was already living, but which could remind me that was how I should continue. And I stumbled upon it in a book. Oh how I love reading. I saw the 4Ls in a book 3 years after I started praying for that sentence, the year in which I turned 40 ie 2019. How symbolic right? Here we go: I live, I learn, I laugh, I love…repeat….And it works…in every situation I am faced with, I gradually repeat this sentence to myself, looking for ways to live through it learning, laughing and loving. I mean, how else would I want to live my life? I don’t know about you, but seek and you shall find. It could take such patience and of course continuous living in the meantime lol…like God wants to watch how you are already doing it, and then He will direct you to where you’ll find that it is you seek. Remember He gave us a free will, I want to think that’s why He just doesn’t impose it on us? Anyways, to each their musings

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#howdoyoulive
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Wow news as am featured on World Pulse


Oh yes world,

Somebody is doing what she love: writing: and she’s getting featured on the one and only World Pulse now.

https://www.worldpulse.com/en/voices-rising/stories/cameroon-spite-fractured-girlhood-we-made-it

It is a wonderful feeling and it’s been a 5 years journey to World Pulse to begin with. I mean, what was I even waiting for to start blogging there?

Don’t give up on whatever you are at, there is time for sowing and time for harvesting. Above wowing at the honorarium I wasn’t expecting, I am wowing at the opportunities this affords me…

With so much gratitude I wish everyone all the best

The break did fly while so much happened oh my…


Oh my blogosphere, I an’t believe two weeks have already flown by. I took a blogger break on the 5th of November and oh the stuffs which have been happening to and with me, ha I don’t know where to resume from o.

I have been in top form, I have started lecturing again and baam I have an all ladies class and am so excited, I have progressed with my therapy practice and got some new clients, am getting more grounded about my entrepreneurship journey as well as the future of my association Hope for the Abused and Battered. I mean, I even got the visa to go to the UK afterall, so am planning on going in February when it’ll be less cold I pray.

Let me save the last and best for another post – but it is huge – two writing selections – one of my best poem and the other of… argh I already let part of the cat out of the bag lol

Ok have a great week everyone, it’s so nice to be back. I have to actually get back into full blogging groove again – dunno if those blogging breaks help for real or not – but I can swear anytime I do love me my blogging…and yes we are all good over at Our Home Inc…actually took in another son

Hmm seems Facebook Juju got my moral values & co too right lol


My Moral Codes

Now, for those who don’t about Facebook ‘Juju’, it is those links which you see every now and then asking you to take a ‘face reading’ sort of, by their ‘mediums’ lol. I mean what can I tell you other than that yours truly has been taking some of those ‘face readings’ and the results are quite impressive?

Last Wednesday I shared some, when announcing a ‘huge social project’ in the pipeline. It’s all about keeping the Hope alive in myself and humanity.

So ‘Facebook Juju’ not only got the moral values right, but also something about what people notice the first time they meet me, and em also that am someone special lol

Now, I wish I had those links saved so I could share for someone to maybe go try their luck? Would that be wrong to do? I don’t really know o. I am however happy with my results – and o that were free face readings hahaha. Sometimes your mental wellbeing gets some boost from where least expected. These make me really feel like a princess.

Have a great weekend everyone

Life and love goes on in our hood


After my rant of yesterday and the meh feelings, I am happy to be on a great going today.

We did our meditation, starting again with a mini course for life. Those daily cards are simply epic. Such communion time with the team is more VIP to me than putting the home in order and etc etc.

I have said my serenity prayer over the missing lenses, and handed that over to my Almighty Father.

Indeed the day started on a very positive note and I feel fantastic.

Wishing us all a happy midweek and a day full of life and love all the way.

Posted in Coaching and Therapy, Marie's Garden, Mental Health Advocacy, Spiritual Journey

Healing is not an illusion but a possibility: My brother lives in me


 

Four years on, day for day since I got the call which shook me like no news had shaken me before.

My brother…whose brother? like I would say before starting a fight in your defense whether you were wrong or right.

I am so grateful for where I am in my healing journey and I know you are smiling at your ‘mama Ayo’ from deep within the clouds of our lives.

I can never say thank you enough Lord for letting me have my brother for 33 years, to love and learn from, and to share with in all ways I could. He is forever in my spirit anyway, so the death of the flesh could only hurt me this much now I conclude.

Healing is not an illusion dear all, it is a possibility if you get to looking beyond what you see; if you get to feeling beyond what you touch; if you get to listening beyond what you hear.

p.s: I will forever miss you Gaby, but I will forever feel you as you live on in my spirit – and in our hearts

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Be inspired and motivated dear gentle readers and followers

 

Posted in Coaching and Therapy, Marie's Garden, Mental Health Advocacy

Let me go bury My MC and then look forward to a vacation…


My MC‘s burial is this weekend, wake keep tonight and burial 30th – I am probably going to be there by the time this scheduled post goes up. It’s gonna be a brief one…

I will take a break from blogging for 2 weeks hopefully from July 9-23 , to rest and recuperate (ain’t ever easy I know) and next week is flamed up starting actually on Thursday July 5th with Barakah’s event before I move on to Yaounde for the Leading Ladies Conference.

It was barely 1 month ago that I went by night trip to MC their village to visit my dad… The real relationship being that dad an orphan had been adopted by this Angel when he was just 11/12 in a city he knew no one in and was yet to learn French. It had been 2 decades I hadn’t been there because Grand pere (MC’s dad) died in 2009 when I just had Gaby… In short, all these make for at least two more posts…

For now, see you hopefully next month for a couple of days lol

It’s been one half of a year indeed – hmm, let me just bury My MC and see how it goes with the mini break and co

Have a great weekend everyone and till then – one love – do take care of yourselves and take a break when you have to, cause life can be tough and roller coaster…

Posted in Coaching and Therapy, Marie's Garden, Mental Health Advocacy

Let’s talk about cooking and eating: My story


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In any type of Kitchen I am ok to go; that’s the joy of being an area girl

I love that picture very much because it represents so much to me. I am cooking no doubt, but I am cooking in a some what difficult condition. Yet, am doing it with love. That is the whole line of my story at least with cooking.

From my earliest recollection of cooking for my dolly, (mud puddings and iced tea with mint leaves plugged straight from the trees lol) I loved the whole process. I got lost in the art of it all and I had fun taking myself so seriously and vital – dolly was going to stay hungry unless I cooked for her. The mockery and shun offs I got from home at the time when I offered to cook for all, only motivated me to want to cook better lol.

I also knew cooking food was more nutritional than buying food because both parents told us so. Above all, my late mami mami loved cooking, and cooking so deli, I just fell in love with cooking.

I cooked for us siblings when mum left, and for near two years when living in a single bedroom with my late brother in our father’s villa, I smuggled a kerosene cooking stove, and some food every now and then, to cook for us in that room turned home for us. You can all imagine this was traumatic but I was grateful to be able to cook for my brother who was ere so fragile and could not stand not eating like I could, much to the annoyance of step mother.

When I got married, I will cook and make little salads and deserts as often as I could. I did it with love, but oh how it started piercing my soul when hubby stopped eating what I cooked for all sorts of reasons.

Today, I am in a very good place mentally and all, and I still cook with all that love. Indeed in Belgium, my little private restaurant was baptized merry tables. Ah I wish I could a restaurant out here for real as a retirement venture maybe? Hmm, I got them talents and ideas in abundance no joke..

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Not so skinny here though

But now, what about eating? Hmm, I was a skinny child growing up, play in lieu of food was an ideal bargain I tried all the time. But then, I used to be forced to finish my plate so I managed to share it with the table, ground my hair, dress you name it lol

When living with my brother in that our room/cell if you may, eating was not my priority. Not knowing when next provisions would come or the chance to sneak out, jump over the fence with broken bottles and go smuggle them in, meant that I had to hoard or eat carefully. You can imagine eating lost all significance to me. Maybe only later resurfaced as a coping mechanism?

Exactly, that’s what eating became to me for half of my marital life. I started eating in abundance, topping all the yummy I cooked with ice creams and other delis from the bakery etc

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Not so genuine smile and weight not appreciated one bit, but helas what can I tell you? on my way to 115

When I hit 115kgs, I knew enough was enough. Breathing indeed became a problem and I had to do something.

I got so angry with myself and the world, I stopped eating period. I hid behing dry fasting from 6-6, to reduce my eating to an apple and a gladd of hot cocoa at night. Needless to say anorexia surfaced and near thrived for 18months until mum threatened then pleaded…

Today, at 77kgs, and with the real and free and lovely me now present, I eat for nourishment and out of love too. Love for me, my body, my children, my family, my guardian angel. I also keep cooking for all with love, conscious too of the effects on my physical wellbeing especially with my RA diagnosis and sometimes very painful reality…when I can’t even lift my hand.

In conclusion, I am especially grateful for all those STILL who eat what I cook with love like my boys, and to all those who understand my pull to their kitchens or loo when I visit them hahaha. Maybe I’ll also take up professional cooking on retirement?

Dear all, while wishing you a happy weekend, may I encourage you to think about why you cook or eat…and to be grateful to be able to do either or both…

Posted in From Around!, Marie's Garden

Ivanka Trump (IT) branded shoes for a gift wow!!!


Wonders it is said shall never end right? Could I ever dream I’ll ever see any of the heavily inflated IT line with my own naked eyes? And why only now, like when her daddy darling is President doing what he does? Wonders indeed.

Thanks to Alain rendering a good service to the neighbour, she gave him a pair of roller skates – sadly small for him. When asked if she could offer his mum a pair of shoes from the ‘in’ famous IT line, my innocent son said yes. He first showed up with his fone and said to smile for a picture before showing me the shoes – how smart of him lol

That’s how I have come to see with my own two eyes what I have captured on camera all the way in China, I mean Cameroon Africa. The price is another story ha – I don’t think I have ever bought clothing item above 100$ and this is not bragging or bashing – that’s just me

Anyway, fortunately for those shoes, I have the returnee event coming up on December 9th and with a Gold ticket (another generous gift) I have to try my best right? Wish my poor heels gusto hahaha (I’ll definitely have slippers in my handbag)