Yeah, SMS

I could not reach him for three days. I had called him countless times but he would not answer his phone. I sent countless messages but he would not respond. So I stopped. However, every time my phone rang, I jumped thinking it was him. I travelled for work in the meantime. Then the bomb dropped.

"I'm going to be a father".

I like your hair

I was standing at a queue at the airport, waiting to go through immigration. I was travelling solo and the line was moving slow but I did not mind. I stood there drinking in the details of the hall and reading every advertising poster like I usually do. I wanted to remove my phone and scroll through Instagram but I had been on my laptop all through the flight so I decided to have some non-screen time while waiting.

"I like your hair",

A story - Fact or Fiction? You decide...

I'd traveled for work. I was in a foreign, hostile country. I'd have preferred to not be there. I was not looking for love or anything remotely close to a relationship. Heck, how could I? I was 5 months pregnant and very lonely. But I was focused - all I wanted was to have my baby in my arms. My ex-boyfriend, who was my baby daddy, had gotten married 3 months earlier and it had been a tough period for me.

Single motherhood - what's the deal?

I do not write so often on this blog because, well, I'm always super busy with work. Now, I'm also a student. Yep! I am a masters student with PSU. I decided to take my education back into my hands and return to school, make a difference and maybe re-orientate my career. 10 years in one company is a long time and I know there is so much out there I need to see and do.

The pressure to get married, like seriously ?

I was at work today and needless to say, I didn’t get any work done. I had spent the whole day arguing with two of my colleagues. One is an older guy, close to 40, married with 2 kids while the other is a younger girl, barely 25.

We had been talking a lot, and anyone who knows me knows that I’m a controversial person. Yes, I admit. My opinions are at best – very unafrican. Because people always like to claim we’re Africans, so we’re expected to act and behave in a certain manner.

The pressure to get married

Most single ladies in their mid to late twenties and those in their thirties surely know what I mean about the pressure to get married. I am twenty nine years old as at the time of this write-up and I have a job (not so great) but I live comfortably. I have had this job for 8 years and for a while now, most people I meet who are able to guess my age correctly (a lot of them think I look 5-8 years younger) want to know if I am married. Why? How is it any of their business whether or not I am married?

Friends and sexual tension

Have you ever had a friend for whom you just felt one day that when he (for the gals) or she (for the guys) touched you, you felt like lightning had struck you? I mean someone for whom you may or may not have haboured a secret romantic feeling. You are just friends with this person but somehow you just can’t help but feel this sexual tension.

Worrying about security

I like writing but I'm lazy. Yes, I am because when I have a little time on my hands I'll spend it watching re-runs of the The Big Bang Theory or Awkward. on MTV or maybe catching up with my favourite telenovelas when I get home from work.

The Emotional me

I used to be a very emotional person. Believe me when I say very emotional, I mean hyper, super mega emotional. I cried so easily one would have thought that I had a pool of water just behind my eyelids. Every little incident would leave me trying to blink back tears and in most cases this failed woefully. I’d cry myself out. It was so bad.

The story of the dirty old man

In my third year of university studies, I had to write a long essay. I was studying to obtain a Bachelor of Science degree in Accountancy and naturally, my essay was supposed to have something to do with Finance. Therefore I had to pick up one or two companies to do my research. Having grown up and spent most of my life in the South West Region of Cameroon, it only made sense that I pick a company which was close to both home and school. A company which wouldn’t cost me much in terms of travelling to and fro for interviews and the like. And so I chose the biggest agro-industrial company in Cameroon. After obtaining the necessary authorisations, I set to work.

My (Ex)Boyfriends

Yes, the topic seems like I have a ton of them. But not really. I am not referring to lovers in this write-up but to people I’ve dated. I am single at the moment. Meanwhile they are all married (not sure about *Solomon whom I have not heard of in 9 years), not that I wish they’d married me but sometimes, I reflect on what my life would be if we hadn’t crossed paths. I wonder if some of the things happening to me now are as a result of the poor decisions I made in deciding to date these guys. Would my life be any different at this time if I’d never met these men?

Subtle Signs

It's been 10 whole months since I last wrote anything. Time really flies but the good news is I'm still alive. Work has been hectic and with my home too, I barely find time to write. I've promised myself to write atleast a note a day. God help me!

Traveling by Train

I do not write this as someone who is an expert on train travels in Cameroon. In fact I have travelled by train just twice in my entire life. The first time I travelled was in July 2012 which means 17 months went by before I was able to step on a train again.

News Bearers

‘Do you know *Miles is getting married?’

Self Consciousness

There was a time when I was too self-conscious. Before now, my size has always swung between a UK size 4 and size 6. I won’t say I’m short but I not tall. I am at 1.61m tall. My weight was always moving between 50kg and 53kg. So it’s safe to say that I was pretty much petite which is another way of saying that I look like 5 years younger than my real age. And that was my problem.