Dear Community,
Across the Globe, we have a small but vibrant community . We are few but proud Cameroonians. An overview of the events in our community reminds us about WHO and WHAT next?
As a matter of fact in May 1994 , I was in Rome Italy watching the Formula 1 car racing . On that Occasion the frontliner and prestigious driver Ayrton Senna from Brasil died on the spot when he crashed.
According to reliable sources at the time, Senna's rivals and bitter enemies on the road , went jubiliating , dancing and chanting inside a pub in Montecarlo. In other words they were celebrating the death of Senna. This prompted wide spread anger especially within latin countries as they have a different feeling with bereavement compared to us in the northern hemisphere.
Today, the person who orchestrated the party to celebrate the death of Senna is paralized after a minor leisure sporting event. His medical expenditure per day is in the region of 20000 pounds. He has no life basically. There are rumours that his wife can' t wait.
In our late forties, it is evident that we are overwelmed with bereavements. After our parents , in principle we are the ones to follow suite.
But when our children on rare occasions take the lead, that is when life becomes extremely difficult. And you find it hard to comprehend nature itself.
My case? In fact I hate everything. I hate noise. I hate music. I hate crowd . I like to be busy but hate some aspects of my work. And I have anger at all times. These are some of the ramifications of my case.
You see, when we started Europe in the 80s , I was homeless on numerous occasions. Even my friend and saviour Dr HENRY NDUMU who rescued me on countless times never told me Ashia when money from Buea was taking that long to reach Rome, Italy. Ashia is a word I am not at all familiar with.
Right now, I am scared at the prospect of hearing ASHIA. Ashia alone horrifies me badly and it reminds me of something missing.
That explains my fear to walk out of my closet , just to avoid Ashia from the community.
I strongly believe the way forward is to pray as I am doing on a regular basis.
I hope this clarifies matters.
Have a nice week
Mola Fred
Across the Globe, we have a small but vibrant community . We are few but proud Cameroonians. An overview of the events in our community reminds us about WHO and WHAT next?
As a matter of fact in May 1994 , I was in Rome Italy watching the Formula 1 car racing . On that Occasion the frontliner and prestigious driver Ayrton Senna from Brasil died on the spot when he crashed.
According to reliable sources at the time, Senna's rivals and bitter enemies on the road , went jubiliating , dancing and chanting inside a pub in Montecarlo. In other words they were celebrating the death of Senna. This prompted wide spread anger especially within latin countries as they have a different feeling with bereavement compared to us in the northern hemisphere.
Today, the person who orchestrated the party to celebrate the death of Senna is paralized after a minor leisure sporting event. His medical expenditure per day is in the region of 20000 pounds. He has no life basically. There are rumours that his wife can' t wait.
In our late forties, it is evident that we are overwelmed with bereavements. After our parents , in principle we are the ones to follow suite.
But when our children on rare occasions take the lead, that is when life becomes extremely difficult. And you find it hard to comprehend nature itself.
My case? In fact I hate everything. I hate noise. I hate music. I hate crowd . I like to be busy but hate some aspects of my work. And I have anger at all times. These are some of the ramifications of my case.
You see, when we started Europe in the 80s , I was homeless on numerous occasions. Even my friend and saviour Dr HENRY NDUMU who rescued me on countless times never told me Ashia when money from Buea was taking that long to reach Rome, Italy. Ashia is a word I am not at all familiar with.
Right now, I am scared at the prospect of hearing ASHIA. Ashia alone horrifies me badly and it reminds me of something missing.
That explains my fear to walk out of my closet , just to avoid Ashia from the community.
I strongly believe the way forward is to pray as I am doing on a regular basis.
I hope this clarifies matters.
Have a nice week
Mola Fred
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