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Some people just never learn…

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So, I woke up this morning to this story right here, with a little background from another story here, and immediately my stomach turned.

In resumé, over 15 Cameroonians have been arrested following lengthy undercover investigations, for Medicaid fraud of millions of dollars.

What is it with lazy people trying to give the rest of us Cameroonians a bad name? And what hurts even more is that some of these people are from my ethnic region. Plus, don’t get me started on the revolting shamelessness of using something as vital as healthcare (which people who are actually sick need) to get rich!

Non-Caucasians in general and Cameroonians in particular in the diaspora complain about discrimination, and ethnic/racial profiling, but sometimes we give our detractors the tools to hurt us. Did the Cameroonian community (those who were not directly involved in the scam) not know what they were doing? Why didn’t someone try to stop them? Why do we think that we can complain about corruption in our country, and then run off and do the same in another man’s country?

I think the Cameroonian government should start instituting punitive measures on such people. In addition to their property/accounts being seized abroad, their property/accounts should equally be seized in Cameroon. Crime should not benefit anyone, irrespective of the country. Maybe an extradition agreement should be looked into.

I’m off to tweet the President about it.

*rant over*

Have you heard this story? What do you think can be done to curb misrepresentation of a country (or region) by its people? Should our government play a part, or are they not responsible for what their citizens do abroad?

100 Truths about Tiki

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Hiya blogfam! So, I came accross a post by a blogger I follow everywhere (virtually of course,*wink*) @0Toxic, and I loved the idea of his “100 Truths about Toxic“. Of course you know I had to do mine! Seems a fun way for you to get to know me…and honestly for me to get to know myself, right?

Let’s find out who I am then. Catch you on the flip side.

100 Truths

1. Last drink: White wine

2. Last phone call:   My cousin Helen (otherwise known as MaRock)

3. Last text message: My mum

4. Last song you listened to: Tuface’s “Spiritual Healing”. I love that song

5. Last time you cried:  This morning. His fault.

SIX HAVE YOU EVER:

6. Dated someone twice: Thanks, but no, thanks.

7. Been cheated on: Yes. 😥

8. Kissed someone: Yes.

9. Lost someone special: Yes. Seems like too many young people die nowadays. RIP Junior, Rade, and everyone else.

10. Been depressed: Not for long. I avoid negative feelings.

11. Been drunk and threw up:  lol gosh yes. Instant malaria.

LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLOURS:

12. Black

13. Red

14. Teal

15. Rainbow (I know I know, it’s not a colour! but I just love bright colours…)

HAVE YOU:

16. Made new friends:  Not often. Lots of acquaintances though

17. Fallen out of love: Yes

18. Laughed until you cried: Yes. I even peed a little. Oops.

19. Met someone who changed you: Unfortunately, yes.

20. Found out who your true friends were: Yup. The jury is still out on some though.

21. Found out someone was talking about you: What’s not to talk about? *wink*

22. Kissed anyone on your friends list: Yes, but I promise it was during a ‘Truth or Dare’ game.

23. How many people on your friend’s list do you know in real life: About 75%, I guess

25. Do you have any pets: Nope

26. Do you want to change your name: No. Sometimes I wish I had a Hebrew name, but I like the way my purely ethnic names sound different and set me apart.

27. What did you do for your last birthday: Ate cake and drank wine at home with friends. I intend to throw a party this year though.

28. What time did you wake up today:  8:30am. Horribly late for work.

29. What were you doing at midnight last night: Hahahaha. Is this a trick question? Ok. *looks around* I was watching TV.

30. Name something you CANNOT wait for: Childish people to grow up, and Jesus to come already.

31. Last time you saw your father:  Almost three weeks ago

32. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Meeting the person referred to in Question 19.

33. What are you listening to right now: The sounds of my colleagues roaming around the office enjoying their lunch break.

34. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yes.

35. What’s getting on your nerves right now?: Or who. My boss.

36. Most visited webpage: *hides face* Facebook.

37. Current city: Douala, Cameroon

38. Nicknames: Madame. Yukie. AY. Ndiep. Obianuju.

39. Relationship Status: Single.

40. Zodiac Sign: I am Leo, hear me roar!

41. Male or female or transgendered:  Female.

42. Primary School:  PNEU Limbe

43. Middle School: Saker Baptist College, Limbe

44. High school: Baptist High School, Buea.

45. Hair color:  Black

46. Long/medium/short: It’s hard to tell with natural hair. I’m guessing medium

47. Height: 1m70

48. Do you have a crush on someone: Not right now. Do celebrities count?

49: What do you like about yourself: My resilience.

50. Piercings: Five. Two in each earlobe, one in my right nostril

51. Tattoos: None… yet

52. Righty or Lefty: Righty

FIRSTS:

53. First Surgery: On my toe. Ask my sister @MischiefCakes

54. First Piercing: As a baby.

55. First Best Friend: And BFF. Nellie Febe Etombi Fokumlah.

56. First Sport you Joined: Lawn tennis. Loved it, was pretty good at it.

57. First Pet: A bird I called…well, bird. It lived under my bed in a cardboard box. Needless to say, its life was short.

58. First Vacation: As a grown-up, which I paid for myself? Last year to the UK. This year I’m hitting Europe. Most of it.

59. First Concert: Church concert. We were big on that in my secondary school.

60. First Crush: David Hasselhof in ‘Michael Knight’. My aunt calls me Mrs Knight to this day -__-

RIGHT NOW:

61. Eating: Just had Senegalese rice for lunch.

62. Drinking: Water.

63. Already missing: My Chocolate Daddy.

64. I’m about to: Get to work.

65. Listening to: The noisy air-conditioning.

66. Thinking about: Who owes me money.

67. Waiting for: People who owe me to pay up

YOUR FUTURE:

68. Want kids: Errm. Most days, yes

69. Want to get married: Yeah, I guess.

70. Careers in mind: International petroleum taxation expert 

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?

71. Lips or eyes: eyes

72. Hugs or kisses: hugs

73. Shorter or taller: Taller. Short people freak me out

74. Older or Younger: Older, always.

75. Romantic or spontaneous: Can I have a nice mix of both?

76. Nice stomach or nice arms: Arms. I like to have a li’l something to poke.

77. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive.

78. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship

79. Trouble maker or hesitant:  Hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER:

81. Drank hard liquor: Yup. Vodka is my poison of choice.

82. Lost glasses/contacts: Had them stolen, not lost

83. Kissed on 1st date: Yeah. We ended up going steady for a while.

84: Broken someone’s heart: I would like to say no, but I’m thinking the answer is yes.

85. Had your own heart broken: Still trying to find the pieces

86. Been arrested: Thank goodness NO!

87. Turned someone down: Yes

88. Cried when someone died: Yeah

89. Liked a friend that is of the same sex: No.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

90. Yourself: Always. It begins with me.

91. Miracles: Yes

92. Love at first sight: You might not know it yet, but it sure can happen. Yes.

93. Heaven: Yes

94. Santa Claus: Mtschewwww

95. Kissing on the first date: Nothing wrong with that but I wouldn’t necessarily encourage it.

96. Angels: Yes.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:

97. Is there one person you want to be with right now?: Yes.

98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time?: Hehehehehe. On different levels.

99. Wish you could change things in your past?: Yeah.

100. Are you posting this as 100 Truths?:  Yes. No reason to lie.;)

Whew, that was long! Who next?

When green grass goes brown…

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Ahem ahem. *adjusts mic*

Hello, my dear people! How wona dey? Everything hanging and/or standing as prescribed I hope?

Gosh, I’m horrible at introductions. I think I better just get on with what I have to say.

First though, I gotta apologize for the absence. I was on holiday recently and I’d promised myself that I would blog every week at least, but as you can see,  God’s ways are not our ways, lol. Truth be told I was having so much fun in the sun, sitting behind a computer was the last thing on my mind! Well, until something happened, and my first thought was ‘Gosh I have to blog about that!’. So here I am.

Have you ever seen somebody get deported? As in, kicked out of a country?

I have, and I never want to see it again.

She was of average height, dark, shapely, lovely weave which hung in matted tangles around her face. Her red top looked like it could do with a cycle or two in the washer, and she smelled like she needed to get up close and personal with some soap and a sponge.

That was all I could see within the 15 seconds it took to drag her from the door of the plane, kicking and screaming, to her seat in the rear and strap her in the chair. Like a mad person.

I asked myself…are these the greener pastures we seek abroad? Why are more and more African youth consumed by the dream that is ‘abroad’ (and which often remains just that, a dream), to the point where they spare no thought for the long term repercussions of their actions?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about the ones going to school, working, who have ‘papers’ (ie are not illegal immigrants, and are trying to survive there like I am trying to survive here). I’m talking about the others.

The ones who survive by cheating the system. Who have discovered the joys of scamming, prostitution, and living permanently on credit/welfare/off other people. The ones who spend their lives taking pictures on Facebook with clothes they intend to return the next day, and are more worried about impressing their friends today than building their future. Who share a room with 6 other people, and live in eternal fear of the police/immigration catching up with them. Who after five, seven, ten years abroad have nothing to show for it. These are the ones I’m worried about, the ones I’m talking to.

Why won’t you come back home?

Are you Broadcasting your Stupidity?

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Hello blogmunity! (ok, lame) How’s it hanging?

Forgive me while I rant, but this pet peeve of mine just got upgraded to monumental-pain-in-the-ass status, and I have to vent or I’ll go crazy!

The issue in question? Broadcasts. Blackberry, WhatsApp, and you can name the rest. Can I get a rolling of eyes and a long hiss!

Seriously, it’s disgraceful the way broadcasts have been bastardized and turned into a tool for perpetrating mischief, by persons who in my opinion, exhibit symptoms of the mentally-challenged. And I say mentally-challenged because if logical, sensible mental processes did not present a challenge to them, they’d have realized what I’m about to say a long time ago.

People, broadcasts are meant to pass across useful, vital and CORRECT information, which the broadcaster agrees with and believes in. When used properly, they are an ingenious method of mass communication – the problem is, some people use broadcasts as a means to advertise their stupidity and disseminate false, slanderous information. As if that isn’t bad enough, others jump on the bandwagon because they have been threatened with one bad event of the other (7 years of bad luck for refusing to share? seriously?!?!) or have taken temporary leave of their senses.

Please, before you send a broadcast, show proof that you went to school have a functional brain and some semblance of common sense – ask yourself these questions:

  1. Is the English (or French, or whatever your language of preference is) used in this broadcast, one which I would feel comfortable using in a speech given to a crowd? (Because guess what? a broadcast is the virtual equivalent of a speech! You might want to check your broadcast for spelling, punctuation, homophones, nonsense, etc).
  2. Is the information in the broadcast true and verified BY YOU? (Else you are just a gossip with a smartphone and no backbone.)
  3. Is the information logical (!!!!! don’t get me started here) and relevant to the recipients? (There’s a reason why the option of choosing the recipients of a broadcast exists.)

If you can’t answer all of the questions above in the affirmative, DO NOT SEND THAT BROADCAST!

We need to remember that our words make an impression on those they are directed at; that people view us, and rate us, according to what we propagate. When you propagate rubbish, don’t be surprised if/when you are taken for a dustbin. If you absolutely have to broadcast, please do so in an intelligent, considerate manner.

Have broadcasts ever annoyed you? Tell me about it in the comment box below, and don’t forget to like this post, and subscribe too!

Woooossaaaaah….

The change you want to see.

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O Cameroon thou cradle of our Fathers, Holy shrine where in thy midst they now repose

Their tears and blood and sweat thy soil did water, on thy hills and valleys once their tillage rose!

Dear Fatherland thy worth no tongue can tell. How can we ever pay thy due?

Thy welfare we will win in love, and toil, and peace; We’ll be to thy name ever true!

Land of promise, land of glory; Thou of life and joy our only store,

Thine be honour, thine devotion – and deep endearment for ever more!

In case you didn’t realise it, that was the first verse of ‘The Rallying Song’, the Cameroonian National Anthem.  There are days when I wake up and I think I must have been born within the wrong borders, then something happens and I cant’ help but think regardless of all our flaws, Cameroonians are luckier than most.

Like every other African country, Cameroonians tend to pass the buck and shift the blame for the deplorable state in which our countries are. I cannot count how many times I have heard our colonial masters (Yes, we have 3, can you imagine? France, Britain and Germany) lambasted for the slow development, bad governance, and most of all corruption which plagues the nation.

However, in light of recent events, I begin to wonder if it isn’t time to recognise that the problem is not with our colonial heritage, but with our mindset. Case in point, the recent arrest of our former Prime Minister and other members of his government for embezzlement amongst other crimes. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, read the story here.

When the news broke, I posted a one-liner on a couple of social media forums, and the reaction was I daresay, shocking. Not from people bemoaning the depraved nature of our country’s political environment, but from people asking me to ‘take the comment down’! The reason? The person in question was someone we knew – He was a neighbour, a friend, a father to our friends etc. WTF!!!

It is double standards like these which wreck our national fabric on a daily basis. I feel bad for his family, especially his kids who most likely had nothing to do with his political career, but that has nothing to do with the situation at hand! IMO, justice can only be effective when it is blind. The misdeeds of a person may be downplayed by their status when it comes to our personal lives and relationships. However when one person is elected to represent another, and owes a duty of care to the latter by virtue of which they receive perks, a failure to fulfil this duty of care should incur accountability for their actions.

I have faith that my country will get better, and soon the threads of nepotism and discrimination which run through our society will be ills of the past. However in order to do that, we need to realise that everybody is held to the same standard of honesty and integrity. Be it one’s parent, sibling, neighbour or a total stranger, it is our civic duty and  a show of patriotism to denounce persons who do not have our collective wellbeing at heart, and not just turn the other way because we are beneficiaries or feel sorry for those who are.  We need to hold ourselves to the same high standards we expect other people to observe, and be the change we want to see. Without that, the vicious cycle shall just keep repeating itself, and our society become a parody of what we hold dear.