A friend was over at my office the other day when my phone rang. It was a nurse from the blood bank of the Laquintinie Hospital in Douala. She told …
Category: Musings
In Part I of this reflection, I recalled how complete strangers gave generously of their blood to save my sister, Monica’s life. Several years later, it was my turn to receive …
In the final part of my reflection on blood donation, I bow to the memory of the victims of the Kenya Airways tragedy that struck our land a few years …
The word ‘retirement’ began to make inroads into many Cameroonian homes in the nineteen eighties when the Cameroonian civil service began to lay off government workers in great numbers. First, …
Some years ago, I spent several hours at the Jomo Kenyatta International Airport in Nairobi on my way home from a business trip to India. As I sat in the …
Does “The Image of the African Leader as an Animal: The case of Paul Biya of Cameroon,” not sound like a lovely topic for an M.A or Ph.D. thesis in …
My friend, Andy – the one who always beams a broad smile whenever anyone calls him “Andy Young” – and I were sat in one of those countless off-licence bars …
(Reproduced from Campost, No 212, April 6-13, 1994, p.4). My good friend Andy ‘Young’ went to one of our favourite chicken parlours in downtown Akwa, Douala, the other day and …
(Revised and reproduced from The Post of September 10, 1996). The title of my reflection, “The pauperisation of the Cameroonian civil servant,” sounds like a very intellectual concept, doesn’t it? …
(Revised and reproduced from Cameroon Tribune, Tuesday, April 21, 1987). The University Centre for Health Sciences, the school of medicine of the University of Yaounde in Cameroon, commonly known by …