Goodbye, Cameroon.

Goodbye, Cameroon.

Once in a while or more often than we can admit, are scared of saying goodbye. Parting ways with what was can often seem so dauting and heartbreaking. Saying goodbye to old friendships, lovers and maybe your favorite coffee place can flood you with emotions you did not know you carried. Nonetheless, goodbyes are a reminder that change is inevitable in life. There comes a time when we must give our last goodbyes to one experience and say hello to the next.

Goodbyes are a reminder that change is inevitable in life.

When the clock turned 2023, I knew it was time to say goodbye to Cameroon. A place I had called home for two years. Scenarios of what this all meant for me crowded in my mind. I would be leaving friends I learnt with and shared ideas about different topics in a governance classroom. Leaving Cameroon also meant saying goodbye to my favorite coffee place along the Avenue Kennedy streets. Don’t get me wrong, this coffee place was bliss from all the classroom workload stress. Leaving this bliss behind would mean letting go of all the beautiful faces and amazing conversations I had with random strangers. Meeting cheerful and polite strangers was definitely a blessing after you meet rude mouths.  I would also definitely miss drinking the freshly brewed Arabica Coffee and the joy these moments embodied for me.

Undoubtedly though, I will miss the warm atmosphere that every stranger in this coffee place carried. Cheerful, reserved, shy or sad, they all played a great part in curating an unforgeable atmosphere. However, leaving Cameroon also meant growth for career development. It also meant another chance to experience new challenges and opportunities to grow and learn as a human being in all aspects. I felt hopeful, excited but also scared a bit

Sad and overwhelming as it seemed, saying goodbye should not leave you feeling conflicted in your soul. Leaving behind what was should also fill you with feelings of joy and hope of what is to come. There is nothing wrong with having mixed feelings. You are allowed to feel sad for what you left behind whilst feeling excited and hopeful for the future. That is the human paradox to life. You are allowed to feel, all of it at once.

There is nothing wrong with having mixed feelings.

Processing every emotion will not be easy  but it will surely leave you feeling human in whatever form and shape your emotions lean towards everyday. I for one, am grateful that I met friends from all over Africa. The Eastern Kenya gifted me with Wambui’s nurturing heart and the honest humor from Sierra Leone brought me down with endless laughter. The charming calm glances of Lesotho queen;  down to Eswantinis child like soul and the adventurous spirits of the Namibian and Rwandaan were great reminders of life blessings. Sibale the multitalented, was my home away from home. I may forget everything I was taught in class, (I hope not), but I surely will not forget how having these souls around felt like. 

They say we kiss goodbye to say hello again; so I hope I will be saying my hellos soon. Until then, goodbye Cameroon. Thank you for the memories, the laughter and the lessons.

All my love.

Ride On

Ride On

You ride on roads of uncertainty

With bruised feet and sore heels

Journeying towards tomorrow

Through the scorching golden rays

You ride on

With thirsty throats and teary eyes

Holding on to your last breath

You ride on!!

You ride on the darkest valleys

Scolded and mocked by dear-ones

Counted out and forgotten like streets kids under rusting bridges

Yet still

You ride on the wings of grace and faith

Counting not the tears

Nor the pain

But with joy and gratitude

You ride on!

In the deepest valleys of what if’s

You hide in curves of despair

Clinging to hope as a flickering flame

With cold cheeks looking towards the skies

You wait

And wait

And ride on at the dawn

Unto a better tomorrow

You ride on!!!

The Edge

Every once in a while, I sit on this edge….
No!
Perhaps, very often than ever before..
I sit on this edge…
The edge of “I don’t know what to do now…”
And of “how many punches do I have to throw out before I win…?”

So I sit…
For hours.. days.. months.. seasons..
Right here on this edge.
Wondering,
Seeking,
Longing,
Praying,
For my wings to finally take flight.

The edge,
Not so much of a bad place after all,
So I have learnt…
Perhaps,
It is what I need most..
For it is at this edge,
I learn to fly,
Not with my Wings,
But with His wings,
Here!
On this Edge
I find Rest and assurance for my soul…
That when I jump…
I will soar,!!!
Higher than my own wings could ever take me!

On this edge of my wondering Soul,
I find refuge for all my lifes longings!
So I sit!
Delightfully,
On this Edge!

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Rest

Rest

Speak to me when the silence steals my mind..
In the face of uncast shadows,
Hide me…
Shield me from myself..
When war wages within me….
Raise in me..
An alter of thankgiving and power…
Let my cup overflow..
To the streams of my cracked soul…
Sprout in me a vine of scarlet sacrifice…
Set my mind on things above…
Like a tree planted by the waters, quech my soul…
Rest…
Rest…
Give me Rest…
Oh everlasting
Rest…

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Smoldering Embers

On a hot summers day

I met a stranger,

Tall and fair; he was.

And I was ten.

His sparkling eyes caught mine

Ruminating deep into my soul

Lighting up embers of my core

“I know you” said his soul

I shyly smiled away.

Heart beating louder than the African drum

Surrounded by shadow thoughts

On a hot summers day

I found myself wrapped in your soul.

#Strangers #crossing-paths #Orabile

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Seasons

treasure the seasons

 As I watch the trees wither in the cold rainy night,

My heart hunts for your soul

Each raindrop carries a memory

I take a trip down to once upon a time

I remember your smile

And your brown eyes locking site with mine

I recall being lost in your soul

And yet realizing I found myself there.

I remember watching the moonlight skies

Feeling the cool breeze,

Leaning towards your shoulder,

Saying nothing at all

And feeling like I had it all.

I smile as seasons change

And yet your memories remain.

A treasure of a lifetime,

To have known love

To have loved

And to have been loved.

Horror Space

In this horror space between ,

I watch golden horizons fade away,

Gloomy skies make way to my soul.

Once again,

Caught up in a sea of what was, what is and what will be.

In this horror space between,

Haunted by mistakes made,

Reminiscing of wonders shared,

Reciting words unsaid,

In this horror space between,

I rest my soul in the arms of time,

A friend that is fragile and

Scarce like the days of my youth.

In this horror space between  

I wonder if my friend time has time for my dreams

Sweet Salvation

Sweet Salvation

Great is thy faithfulness

He who sits on the throne of righteousness

Out of the seas of covetousness

And ashes of desperation

A wretch like me,

You drew out

The old rugged cross bled with sins stains.

Out of the son’s groaning cries unto death,

Salvation you bore.

And in the palms of grace,

You rest my case.

Out of the ashes of doom,

You rose again!

Forever Justified

I am !

Eternally glorified,

A loyal heir of the throne!

Great is thy faithfulness!

He who sits on the throne of righteousness!!

Sunset Drive

sunset drive

Sunset Drive

Soaked with sunset rays

Shimmering through the rear view mirror,

Hearts beat louder than our favorite song,

Passing stares of passion,

Fingers intertwined,

Down the bypass we go

Spreading eyes across the green fields

Worries wither in the cold breeze

Lost in our world of possibilities

Belief is our fuel!

Here, in this space between

We soar like Eagles!

You and I

Just you and I.

Life Archives

Life’s Archives

Somewhere in the archives of our lives

Lays a sea of secrets.

Worlds of words unknown ,

Emotions no heart has felt,

Burdens no other soul could carry,

In the archives of our lives,

Lays a sea of life’s shattered pieces.

Longing cries to be heard,

Words unmurmured haunt the soul,

Like graves at night,

Buried six feet under with boxes of shame,

Sealed and asphyxiated,

Rusting and rotting in the cages of our bones,

Longing to be heard,

Fears and egos shut vulnerability doors,

Denying a souls freedom,

Once again!

For how long can a soul bear a burden??

For eternity ?

Perhaps!

I will never know.