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CONTENTS MAY 2022 ISSUE #65

ARTICLE
16 07. GOODNESS ONU NIGERIA
THE CUPBEARER
MOSES TOLOLO ZAMBIA
CHILDREN’S LITERATURE

12. GRACE TENDO UGANDA

24
SOEURS SIAMOSES 14. IMMACULATE AJIAMBO KENYA
AMATEMESO BLESSING NIGERIA

26 POETRY

20. MAI WILLIAM B. JUNIOR CAMEROON

KAMEROUN
NG’UNI SIMON ZAMBIA

21. HALLA IMMACULATE TANZANIA

22. BISMARK KIMBI CAMEROON

23. KUUBIO AMBEPUORI XAVIER GHANA

28 25. ANKINI-MBOM E. FANG CAMEROON

A CHAT WITH
AMMAR SOMJI

SHORT STORY
34 32. OZOKWELU AMARA NIGERIA

WITH LOVE FROM YAOUNDÉ

NALUE CHIDINMA NIGERIA
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FROM THE
FOUNDER’S DESK
Cameroon is the only country in Africa with a to Cameroon to read about its splendour while
bilingual status and with this comes a diversity making plans to visit. It also affords those who
of cultures, food, and a lot of places to explore. have visited the chance to recall memories of
This bilingualism offers Africa both franco- the days of old.
phone and anglophone literature, making it a
One important thing to note, however, is that
literature hotspot that attracts creatives from
this year, the African Writers Conference will
all across the continent and beyond.
hold in Limbe, Cameroon from the 2nd until
This edition of WSA magazine presents Camer- the 6th of November. This is an opportunity to
oon in its diversity. From page to page, you will live or relive Cameroon. This is an opportunity
be greeted with Cameroon from a new perspec- to enjoy the Cameroonian paradise in Africa.
tive, different from the previous. This provides
-Anthony Onugba (PenBoss)
an opportunity for those who have never been

Founder/President
Anthony Onugba
Chief Editor
Comfort Nyati, SDB - Zimbabwe
Assistant Chief Editor
Blessing Peter Titus
(PPBlessing) - Nigeria
Creative Editor
Houda Messoudi - Morocco
Associate Creative Editor
Scholar Akinyi - Kenya
EDITORIAL TEAM
Children’s Literature Editors
Halieo Motanyane - Lesotho
Ngalim Jusline Veeyeenyuy -
Cameroon
Rachael Twinomugisha -
Uganda
Flash Fiction Editors
Chris Baah - Ghana
Piol Tiek Awer - South Sudan
Poetry Editors
Edidiong Andy - Nigeria
Omadang Yowasi - Uganda
Temani Nkalolang - Botswana
Yolanda Kuei P. Macuei -
South Sudan
Columnist
Mimi Machakaire - Zimbabwe
Publicity
Bildad Makori - Kenya
Chipo Chama - Zambia
Joseph Oduro - Ghana
Review Team Coordinator
Akinrinade Funminiyi Isaac -
Nigeria

Articles/Essay Editors Short Story Editors

Efua Eshun - Ghana Tom Patrick Nzabonimpa -
Namse Udosen - Nigeria Rwanda
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FROM THE
CHIEF EDITOR

Cameroon, officially called the Republic of As you flip every page, you shall encounter the
Cameroon and République du Cameroun in courageous and daring writer whose penman-
French, lies at the junction of Western and ship will not only wipe out your prejudice to-
Central Africa. Cameroon is the crossroads of wards Cameroon, but rather wash away your
art and African culture. It has about 250 eth- stereotypes by offering new strides that will
nic groups and native languages. Despite the usher you to view the country in question from
cultural differences, Cameroonians are beauti- new lenses. Remember, AWC 2022 (African
ful at heart, of course even in the soul. This Writers Conference 2022) will be hosted on
credits Cameroon with unity in diversity which the soils of Cameroon in November. Why not
is admired by foreigners. A patriotic African extend the borders of anticipation?
would not hesitate to refer to it as the pro-
In the matters of football, the country has
totype of Africa because of its rich geological,
had a good reputation for decades. Harboring
cultural, and historical immensity.
one of the football legends the continent has
Curiosity is the motherhouse of wisdom hunt- ever had. Cameroon is also blessed with a rich
ers and motherboard of knowledge predators. and distinct culinary quality from its numer-
In as much we bear the identity of Africanity ous cultures. Reading this magazine is equally
in our bio-strata, we owe to mother Africa the touring Cameroon with an ignited latitude.
desire to know her and explore her. To many
readers and writers, it is my conviction that
we did not only question the agenda of hav- Remember, Twaweza!!!
ing Cameroon as the theme of this 65th edi-
Comfort Nyati, Sdb
tion, but rather a reality that became an unan-
swered puzzle. I call it an unanswered puzzle
because not so many writers were geared to
tour Cameroon through the pen.
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ARTICLE
FROM HEART BREAK TO
BROKEN HEARTED
Editor: Goodness Onu, Nigeria

My earliest memories of Cam- sigh of relief. In retrospect, I

eroon were of pains inflicted on think the commentator esca-
the Super Eagles and me. I cut lated the situation more than
my teeth as a football fan dur- the players on the pitch.
ing the Maroc 88 African Cup
“It’s a goal! Henry Nwosu!” the
of Nations. We sat outside, and
voice cried, smacking us in the
the radio from dad’s Peugeot
ears.
504 became our transportation
to Morocco. Names like Mfede, “It’s a goal!” We all screamed
Omakaro, Egboibe, Kunde, and and hugged each other. Palms
Oman Biyik were recurring, as parted the air to find another
the coarse voice of the com- palm to slap. Mama Edozie’s
mentator from Radio Nigeria high pitch tore through the air.
vocalized the action from a dis-
“It has been disallowed,” the
tant land. My kiddy nerves were
commentator echoed over ten
on the edge the whole time.
times to crash our party.
“He moves the ball from the
At this point, I was the only
midfield and he shoots!”
kid still paying attention to the
“It’s a....” voice from the car.
My heart would melt. “Penalty! It is a penalty!”
“Over the bar!” “To whom?” My father asked.
We would heave a collective As if on cue, the commentator
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cried, “It’s a penalty to Cam- Sam Okwaraji slumped on ball goes out of touch!” He
eroon” the pitch and was later pro- regaled us with the rough
claimed dead. We waited all play of the Cameroonians.
“Goal! Kunde! Kunde! Em-
night as we heard tales of
manuel Kunde! It’s a goal! “Cameroonians are rough
stampede and chaos at the
Cameroon, one, Nigeria, oh,” my uncle lamented, be-
stadium. On the light of the
zero!” fore giving us a history of
next day, they all returned
bad Cameroonian behav-
The screams from the com- in one piece, and the cele-
iour. My lungs were filled
mentator grated my ears. brations were truly on. The
with bated breaths as the
My eyes bubbled and I took victory meant we were tied
commentator drilled holes
deep breaths to hold back on seven points with Cam-
in our hearts with his excit-
the fountain. eroon and needed just a
ed screams.
draw to qualify.
My father, uncles and the
Alloy Agu, our trusted
other neighbours filled the As it was in that era, away
hands, was injured and tak-
air with optimism. matches were not broad-
en off. David Ngodigah was
cast live on TV. We turned
“There is still time,” was the brought on. Our ears soon
back to daddy’s car stereo
chorus. got accustomed to hear-
for another pulsating en-
ing, “another save by Ngod-
Time faded into emptiness. counter with the FRCN com-
igah!” The name rang in my
Nothing came out of it. The mentator. There was an air
ears all through the match
game ended and I became of optimism as the new
and for several days after.
a fountain of tears. Dutch technical adviser of
the Super Eagles talked “A corner floats in from the
In 1989, we did it all again.
tough. I read through his right. It’s a header! It’s a
On August 12, my senior
newspaper interviews and goal! Oman Biyik! It’s a goal!”
uncles and neighbours all
was pumped up. I recollect The cries tore through my
mobilized and trooped to
the image of goalkeeper ears and wretched my little
the National Stadium in Su-
Alloy Agu in a catlike dive heart. Cameroon had taken
rulere to watch Nigeria de-
pasted on the back page. I the lead. There was a great
feat Angola by a lone goal
ran my fingers over the im- stillness in the space we
scored by Stephen Keshi.
age and tried to recreate it sat. The remaining part of
I remember straining my
on the bed with my younger the match was torture. Our
eyes and peeling layers off
brother. hearts were pulled out and
the crowd to see if I could
placed in over the conclud-
catch a glimpse of any of The commentator, as usu-
ing course of the game. My
them on our small tricolour al, cried wolf before calm-
mom persuaded me to eat
television. We watched as ing us down with, “And the
dinner but my appetite de-
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serted me. I cried myself to me a first glimpse of what ed into screams of “Goal!”
sleep. Cameroonian football was Back slaps and hugs were
about. I watched in disbe- passed around. Mighty Ar-
Cameroon went on to daz-
lief as they mauled down gentina and Maradona had
zle at the Italia 90 World
the Argentinean players by fallen.
Cup. We turned our sup-
the minute. I was looking
port to them during the Roger Milla then put up
forward to seeing the great
FIFA tournament. Their a show in the last group
Maradona and his dribbling
opening game against Ar- game and the second
moves, instead, he was a
gentina was my first World round. His iconic corner
cry baby. I was proud of my
Cup match. I had never flag dance was transported
African brothers.
seen Maradona play, but to our local football fields.
his name was constant dur- “They don’t know we are The World Cup fever was
ing our street football. The Blacks and we are stron- high. The images of Roger
best dribblers in school ger than them,” somebody Milla picking Rene Hugita’s
were called Maradona. My quipped. pocket in midfield and then
uncle told me of how he running with the ball before
Oman Biyik, the man that
dribbled all the players on slamming it into the net
broke Nigerian hearts, leapt
the pitch, got to the open still gives me goosebumps.
and planted a downward
goal and dribbled back to There was a celebration ev-
header. I thought the keep-
his post. I was scared for ery night Cameroon won a
er had caught the ball. Our
Cameroon. The game gave game. As kids, we got little
neighbour’s parlour explod-
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treats too. All previous animosity was bur- Everyone was livid.
ied as we rose as African brothers fighting
“They don’t want an African team to win
for glory.
the World Cup.”
No African country had made it to the
“The Whites will always cheat us Blacks!”
quarter-finals before then. Cameroon
wrote their names in World Cup history “How can that be a penalty?”
when they filled out against England in the
“You can’t give one team two penalties in a
quarters. The game was a late game and
game like this!”
we were initially not allowed to watch. My
father later got excited when Cameroon “Ojoro referee!”
took the lead and called us to join in. I
Gary Lineker sent the keeper the wrong
couldn’t believe the scores on the screen:
way and England to the semifinals.
Cameroon- 2 England -1. A few minutes
to the end penalty. Garry Lineker buried it It was another night of tears for me. Cam-
neatly. During extra time, another penalty. eroon had broken my heart again.
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I AM
CAMEROON
Author: Grace Tendo
Country: Uganda
The children sat quietly
in the classroom as their
teacher flipped the pages
of the English textbook. A
whisper went from one cor-
ner to another. Madame
Jeanette looked around
with a frown on her face.
“Who whispered?”
asked.
Silence.
She flipped the pages and
then finally said, “Today we
are going to study who we
are. Let’s go to page 39 of
our textbooks.”
A ruffle of pages was heard.
It was a beautiful story
about a crippled lizard who
wandered the desert in
search of its identity.
At the end of the lesson,
LITERATURE
CHILDREN’S
Madame Jeanette looked row morning. Be sure to
at the back of the class and have written it!”
saw that Kamgaing was
The bell for going home
dosing.
sounded and all the chil-
“Kamgaing!” She called and dren rushed out of the
the boy got up with a star- classroom; Kamgaing being
tle. “Were you dozing in my the first.
class?”
He ran straight home. When
She
Kamgaing couldn’t say a he got home, he greeted
word. The rest of the class his parents and went to
laughed at him and he al- his bedroom and started
most got lost in his seat. to write. He spent several
hours writing, editing and
“I am going to give you all
discarding. His mother tried
an assignment.” She said to
to call him down to eat but
the class, “and I expect it by
he told her he would be out
tomorrow morning.”
after he was done with his
“WHO ARE YOU?” She wrote exercise. Not even when
on the chalkboard. his playmate called did he
go out. He finally came out
Madame Jeanette said,
after a while when he was
“that is going to be our as-
fully satisfied that his work
signment! I will come back
was ready. He smiled be-
here to look at each of your
fore he tucked it away in his
stories in my lesson tomor-

school bag.
That night, Kamgaing slept
happily because it was the
first time in his school life to
complete his assignment.
In the morning at school, all
the children in Kamgaing’s
class presented their work
to the teacher. When it was
his time, Madame Jeanette
called him, “Kamgaing,
where’s your assignment?”
Kamgaing stood up, walked
to the front and handed his
work to the teacher who
then told him to read out
aloud his piece of work.
Kamgaing cleared his voice
and looked at everyone be-
fore he began reading.
“I am Cameroon....”
Everyone laughed. The
teacher hushed and told
Kamgaing to continue read-
ing.
“I am Cameroon. I’m nine
years old and I am from
the West Region. I have
two elder brothers and two
younger sisters. My mother
is from the East region of
Cameroon and she loves
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animals. She also has a She always tells us to be
garden where we pick the good children and to obey
vegetables to eat on the our parents like her daugh-
weekend. My father is a ter; my mother did. She also
mechanic but he loves to tells of how she used to go
play the drum whenever he to the cinema and museum
can. As a boy, growing up with our grandfather.
with both my parents has
Oh, how I love her stories!
been fun because, during
the weekends and holidays, One thing that I noticed be-
father takes us to the cin- fore we moved to the city is
ema to watch our favourite that my mother did not eat
movies. Sometimes mother with my father and neither
would ask our father to take did we, the children eat be-
us to the theatre to watch fore she ate. I have always
Makossa dance. wanted to ask my mother
about it but I fear I may get
One day, I remember going
the strokes of the cane; but
to play with other children
one day I know I will know
in the neighbourhood and
why!
one of the big boys said we
should play the ‘round and I am Cameroon because I
round game’. This is the am!”
game I love most and when-
Kamgaing concluded read-
ever we play it, I always go
ing. Everyone was quiet till
back home too dirty that
Madame Jeanette clapped
mother beats me. While
for him and the others fol-
playing, we smile, laugh,
lowed.
and forget that we have to
go back home early. “ Wow...I’m so proud of
you!” She exclaimed. “I think
Sometimes when grand-
I should often give you as-
mother is around, we sit
signments!”
around her and she tells
us stories from the South.
How its people love to play
the drums and the flutes.
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IN THE NEW
SCHOOL
Author: Immaculate Ajiambo
Country: Kenya

One bright morning, the pu- me, Lucille.” Lucille nodded bien?”
pils in grade one were mod- and quietly sat. Teacher
Wow! Magdalene’s sister
elling. As they made differ- Mary gave her a green and
was amazed. She got seri-
ent items, teacher Jane, the orange modelling clay. She
ous and asked Lucille if she
deputy headteacher walked modelled a hut, a cup and
speaks French.
into the classroom. The pu- a ball. They were beautiful.
pils stood. “Oui, je parle français.” This
At lunch break, everyone
time she spoke so lively that
Teacher Jane greeted, wanted to be around Lu-
Magdalene called the oth-
“Good morning pupils?” cille. They kept on introduc-
ers to witness.
ing themselves to her. All
“Good morning teacher
this time, Lucille just smiled Now, Lucille and Magda-
Jane. How are you, teacher
and nodded. She laughed lene’s sister were having a
Jane?” They cheerfully re-
at funny jokes made. conversation in French. The
plied. The teacher went on
other students watched
to introduce a new student Magdalene brought her big
them in admiration. Oth-
to them. sister to meet Lucille. Her
ers were heard wishing that
sister was in grade four.
Lucille, the new student they were already in grade
Magdalene’s sister was full
wore a broad smile on her three where they would
of comedy and she was
face. She waved at the pu- start learning French, Ger-
quick to use that on Lucille.
pils who sang to her a wel- man, and Music.
come song. Teacher Mary “Heeeeeelllo? Habaaariii
In excitement, Lucille shared
who was in class asked Lu- gani? Bonjouuur?” She said
with the students about
cille to sit with Magdalene. making funny faces at every
herself. She had trans-
word.
Magdalene said, “ I am hap- ferred to her new school
py you are going to sit with Lucille replied, “Je vais from Princeville Academy
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in Kinshasa, Congo. Also, “Teacher Mary, I have never Eto’o” and that made Lucille
she comes from Cameroon been outside Kenya.” more excited. She went on
and her father was a diplo- and on to say how she is de-
Another pupil added,
mat while her mother was a termined to learn more lan-
“Please teacher, allow us to
businesswoman. guages. Then Magdalene
share with Lucille now.”
vowed in front of the class,
“Goodness you, it must
Teacher Mary asked them “ I will teach Lucille Kiswahili
be fun travelling around!”
to wind up their work in five and English then she will
Cried one of the pupils in
minutes for some time with teach me French.”
surprise, when Lucille fin-
Lucille.
ished speaking. There was a thunderous
When the hour dawned, clap from the pupils.
Magdalene’s sister was
they all sat quietly. Now that
translating for Lucille but What a first day for Lucille
Magdalene’s sister was not
at some point, Lucille tried in her new school!
there, teacher Mary offered
speaking in English. Teacher
to help with translation.
Mary was watching the pu-
pils and realised that they The first question was
had not heard the ringing whether people in Camer-
bell. It was time for them to oon speak Kiswahili. Also, if
go back to class. they have beaches. Lucille
was happy that they were
“ Pupils, Lucille is here with
eager to know about her
us. She will have ample time
country.
to answer everyone’s ques-
tion,” she turned to Lucille, Lucille said that Cameroon
“Merci. Il y a beaucoup des was a peaceful, beautiful,
temps.” and developing country.
She loved how it was warm
Lucille gratefully accepted
and hot throughout the
the embrace. The pupils
year and cold in July. Lucille
had grown fond of her al-
added, “ We pride ourselves
ready.
in our national football
In class, all went calmly. team, beaches, and unique
Unfortunately, some pupils music genre; Makossa and
were anxious to hear Lucille Bikutsi.”
share about her country.
Someone shouted, “Samuel
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THE
CUPBEARER
Author: Moses Tololo
Country: Zambia

Shuko woke up to the sweet
sound of the chirping birds
up in the tree which stood
in his grandfather’s com-
pound. He was so happy
to be in a place that was so
quiet but surrounded by
beautiful African nature.
His dream was to one day
tour the whole of Africa. He
had leant a lot about the
different beautiful places
in Africa. He was so lucky
to be with his grandfather
who had a vast knowledge
about the continent. His
grandfather had travelled a
lot on the continent. He had
climbed the tallest moun-
tain in Tanzania, sailed
on the longest river in the
world, the Nile, and visited
the largest desert in the
world, the Sahara. He had
seen it all and when he sat
down in the evening around
the fire, he always narrated he would request his grand-
the beautiful tales about mother to prepare one for
the beautiful continent. him.
Shuko jumped out of bed, When he went to his grand-
made his bed and cleaned father’s workshop, he found
his room. In no time, he was the old man polishing up
out to see his grandfather. something that looked like
His grandmother called out a trophy. It looked so beau-
to him as he ran out to his tiful.
grandfather’s workshop.
“Grandpa, what is that?” He
“Come and eat your break- asked.
fast,” said his grandmother.
“This is the biggest trea-
“What’s for breakfast, sure,” he responded.
grandma?” He asked.
“What do you mean?” He
“Musohya,” replied his asked.
grandmother.
“Whoever holds it, rules
‘Musohya’ was a delicacy. Africa,” his grandfather re-
It was a meal made when sponded.
pounded maize was pre-
“It has so much power?”
pared together with pound-
ed groundnuts. This was his “Yes, it is the biggest prize
favourite African dish. Every one could ever have,” his
time he visited the village, grandfather responded.
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“Who can hold it?” Shuko “But why are you holding people and causing them to
asked. this trophy?” Shuko asked, fight each other. Africa was
“Isn’t it supposed to be with falling apart. All the leaders
“It is only held by the Cham-
the champions?” came together and asked
pions of Africa,” came the
how they were going to
response. “I am the cupbearer,” grand-
unite everyone on the con-
father responded, “I hold it
“Champions, this means tinent. They all decided that
before the battle begins so
there is a battle?” they will call all the people
that I polish and clean it.”
to a game of football. Dur-
“Yes, a battle that unifies all
“How did it all begin?” Shu- ing these games, all the
of us,” his grandfather said.
ko asked. people will be united and
“What is this battle that uni- all will be filled with love.
“A long time ago,” his grand-
fies us?” They decided that a cup or
father started narrating,
trophy will be made using
“This battle is called, Africa “the whole of Africa was
different parts from all of
Cup,” his grandfather said, divided. There were wars
Africa. It will be something
“It is held every two years everywhere on the conti-
that will unite everyone.”
and whoever emerges as nent. The enemies from Eu-
the champion is given this rope, Asia and America had “Grandpa, do you mean
trophy.” come and were dividing the that this trophy has parts
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from different areas of Af- is held I carry the cup to take the cup. He was now
rica?” He asked. where it is held,” his grand- a junior cupbearer. He was
father said. “This year, it will very happy when he walked
“Yes, we got copper from
be held in Cameroon.” with his grandfather to put
Zambia and Congo, gold
the cup for the entire world
from South Africa and Gha- “You will give it to the cham-
to see. He was so happy to
na, Diamonds from Botswa- pions?”
see two best friends, Salah
na and from everywhere in
“Yes,” he replied, “and you and Mané play against each
Africa,” he responded. “The
will come with me.” other. He could see the love
trophy is made up of differ-
between the two friends.
ent parts representing the Shuko was so happy. He
Black and white brothers
whole of Africa.” had never been to Camer-
were all the same and play-
oon. He knew that all the
“Who made it then?” Shuko ing together. In Cameroon,
African stars will be there in
asked. he saw the whole continent
the stadium. He wanted to
get united. He loved his job
“I did,” he responded. “I see Mané and Salah.
as a cupbearer.
made it with my friends.”
In February, Shuko was on
“Every time the tournament a plane to Cameroon to
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POETRY
LISTEN
Author: Mai William Bemsii Junior
Country: Cameroon

Listen! Listen! Listen!

Listen to the cries of the persecuted
Listen to the plights of the castrated
Listen to the sufferings of the tormented
Listen to the voice of your conscience
Listen and feel the consequences of your silence.
When the urgencies and battles of cultures
Seem to imprison my mind in incessant thoughts
I condense in me the vapour of resentment.
Sleeping bodies all over the place,
Flying bullets have taken their pace, families are out of space,
No space on which to graze, hunger they are forced to face!
From the top of my roof, I scan the whole sub-region and I wonder:
Where did that burning symbol of Faith, Peace and Unity go?
I keep asking myself, who am I?
I am the immortal soul of that soldier who has died for the motherland!
I am that country up and ready for challenges
I am the one ready to listen to my conscience
For it’s time to stop being silent
It’s time for action!
It’s then I will be ONE and INDIVISIBLE
I will be the cultural melting pot
I will be Africa in miniature
I will be CAMEROON.
LISTEN! ECOUTE!
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CAMEROON
Author: Halla Immaculate
Country: Tanzania

My soul wanders in the streets of Yaoundé

My feet dreams to stroll in the roads of Douala,
On a peak I stand, Mongo ma ndemi,
A southwest volcano amidst a miniature Africa,
But I can’t afford it.

An event I dream to attend, for my pursuit for literature

To learn, unlearn and relearn from my inspirations and idealists like me
To enjoy the beautiful diversity of exotic cultures
To grasp unforgettable lessons
As I stand in the sands of Limbe
To admire the vast beautiful flying birds above,
But I can’t afford it.

One more minute to wash my soul

And cleanse my writer heart in the waters of Lobé
But I guess I’ll just have to sit here and wait,
For my probably non-existing chance
And calm my yearning to join a prodigious meeting,
In one of the most beautiful countries in Africa.

But I can’t afford it.

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BELOVED HOME
Author: Bismark Kimbi
Country: Cameroon

Our beloved, fabulous fatherland;

Land of glory, Africa in miniature,
In my beloved country, for all we stand,
Land of hospitality, everything we nurture.

Our cosy home is incomparably rich

But our treasures, the heads mishandle
But our torn tatters, we can still stitch
Skilfully and handle our heavy hurdle.

In our motherland, youths are glorious

Though, sifted chaff from grains of leaders
They are ever grievous and industrious,
Always steady and ready to be partners.

Our inner squabbles make us smell

For we are tainted with a callous strife
Yet the outer manipulation is the spell,
On our seat-tight folks, but we shall thrive.

We’re blissful we belong to the Cameroons,

Some of our drones and queen are morons,
Yet, despite our enviable diversity,
Our force, which we cherish, is unity.
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WELCOME TO
CAMEROON
Author: Kuubio Ambepuori Xavier
Country: Ghana

Silhouette of Green, red and yellow overlapped is the star of yellow,

Millions are united from diverse tribes,
Talented souls all around the land,
Hearts are crossed to be patriotic to this land.

Don’t tell me I am “CAMERONIAN”, I am valued more than that,

Tell me that I am “CAMEROON”, living in a world of words in my fatherland.
Don’t preach religion, don’t teach us torture,
Preach freedom, give us culture.

Tilt your stance, think beyond the ‘can’

Don’t see insurgency, don’t see corruption,
Envision democracy, belief in this nation.

Creative intelligence flow in our veins,

Dark glittering ebony skins,
Void of marring envy, indeed, a realm of loving hearts.

Democracy depicts our legacy,

Struggle and tussle gives us the audacity,
Tailored with diverse tongues,
Blazing mammoths’ cultures,
Haven of skills and crafty veterans,
Coal-like in colour, Proud-like in honour.

Home of vibrancy
Our resources are plentiful,
Our cultures are meaningful,
Our meals, ever-delightful.
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SOEURS SIAMOSES
Author: Amatemeso Blessing
Country: Nigeria

She is my soul sister,

We were neighbors before we were born.
She’s slightly older than I am
But I am the giant and she, the miniature.

Like the Hann Jiang we laid

Green was our meeting point
From the West n’ Central we flowed
Ever separate, ever nearby.

Peace is our shared word

On the right our vehicles drive.
There’s unrest in the South
A call for breakout; language the line.

We share a bittersweet day;

The first of the tenth
Our parents did not name us,
Though beautiful and fair we were.

They call her the hinge

But does she hold us together?
She embodies it all,
Green or brown, wet or dry.

She’s not just my soul sister

We are Siamese joined at the side,
And forever we will be
The giant and the miniature.
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MY IDENTITY
Author: Ankini-mbom Edviche Fang
Country: Cameroon

Cameroon from where I get my heritage of diversity and identity.

I identify with the pygmies of the south and their characteristic “Bouma” dance moves.
I join in the annual “Ngondo” festival of the coast
witnessing team spirit and determination.
Moving to the northwest and adorning with the famous “toghu” regalia and tasting of
their characteristic “Khati Khati” and Achu meals.
I take shelter in the thatched houses of the Bamileke people depicting all forms of sim-
plicity.
We thank the gods for their gifts to our motherland joining our voices with theirs from
the top of the mount Cameroon to the twin lakes of Koupe manegouba. From the
banks of the river wouri to that of the Logone up north.
We unite in Cameroon, Africa in miniature.
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KAMEROUN
Author: Ng’uni Simon
Country: Zambia

Indomitable. A lion among men.

I know a man with a ball at his feet.
Blue and red striped at this stage,
His heart is unrolled and his sleeves, the opposite.

His roar and his lion’s mane, echo him.

A boy playing a man’s game.
The oldest swinger in town.
I know a man dancing his youth to the wind.

Graceful and timeless.

I know of a land fleet with hills,
Green with dialect. Rivered terrains.

I know of a people come from places.

I know of a land across time.
A place that holds my root in prawns.
A land before I trekked south towards the rain.
A land of men who can lock a sleeve and weave a lace
A land of women who have known to tame the earth for wares
A land of mangroves along the coast and along its water’s edge.

Trees shedding their leaves in turn when the wind whips,

Giant hawks wading in its sky with eagles and the little sunbird,
A memory sketched from old histories, a few elephants.
Some forest northwest of here,
Green gold, red sweat and two stars aligning.
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A CHAT WITH
AMMAR SOMJI
PPBlessing: Let’s start with an introduc-
tion. Who is Ammar Somji?

AS: I’m a 13-year-old boy who moved to

Tanzania after living in Dubai my whole
life. I’m passionate about exercising and
reading and occasionally writing.

PPBlessing: Seeing these diverse com-

binations of what you are passionate
about, what career do you want to get
in to?

AS: Criminal Lawyer. However, while I’m

in University I will volunteer as a firefight-
er.

PPBlessing: Nice. Why these?

WELCOME TO YET ANOTHER EDI-
TION OF THE WRITERS SPACE AFRI-
CA MAGAZINE INTERVIEW CORNER.
IN THIS EDITION, I HAD A CHAT WITH
THE YOUNG TANZANIAN WRITER,
AMMAR SOMJI.
DO READ ALONG.
- PPBlessing
AS: I highly enjoy debating, I even joined
the debate club in school. I watch videos
in court where the lawyer does his part to
defend his client and I just see myself do-
ing that as it interests me. I enjoy study-
ing law. As for firefighting, I want to give
back to humanity and do my part to help
save people to the best of my capabilities.
PPBlessing: That’s wonderful. May you
live to save as many people as you can.
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AS: Thank you. PPBlessing: We look for- John Grisham. It’s about a
ward to that. What is your kid lawyer.
PPBlessing: On writing, your main reason for writing?
short story, Dear diary was PPBlessing: Aha! Was it
published in the March edi- AS: For fun. part of your inspiration for
tion of our magazine. How wanting to study Criminal
did that make you feel? PPBlessing: Is it only stories law?
you write?
AS: Ecstatic. I was very AS: Very much.
proud that my work had AS: Yes.
been published so others PPBlessing: What do you PPBlessing: You mentioned
could read it. It was a mile- hope to achieve with your earlier that you are pas-
stone for me. sionate about reading and
writing? I mean, when you exercising, why are you
PPBlessing: What level are write, what do you want a passionate about these
you at currently in school? reader to take away after things?
reading your work?
AS: Grade 8 AS: Health and fitness for
AS: I would want them to be exercising and I enjoy it.
PPBlessing: How long have entertained and inspired. And for reading I also enjoy
you been writing?
PPBlessing: Do you have it and I like expanding my
AS: Not long, about 2 years any writer(s) that inspires vocabulary and I learn a lot
you? from reading.
PPBlessing: What made you
start writing? AS: Stuart Gibbs, Darren PPBlessing: If you meet
Shan, and John Grisham. someone who wants to
AS: I have been reading These are my top 3 favor- write but is unsure how to,
books for the longest time, ite authors. I even emailed what will you tell the per-
so one day I decided to write Stuart Gibbs once and he son?
and I surprised myself, I en- responded, I was euphoric.
joyed it and I wasn’t too bad AS: I would tell them to
at it. PPBlessing: Way to go! write on a device that only
What made them your fa- they can access, so there
PPBlessing: Have you been vourites? is no fear of someone find-
published elsewhere else? ing their work without their
AS: Thank you! The books consent. I would then tell
AS: No. they wrote were amazing the person to write what’s
PPBlessing: What are your and unique. in their heart, and use the
plans concerning writing? best of their vocabulary. As
PPBlessing: What book has to what to write, it will come
AS: I will continue writing to made the most impact on to them as they progress.
the best of my capabilities. you? Once they are done and
My goal is to publish my AS: Theodore Boone by want to identify whether it
own book someday. is good or not, I would tell
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them to do something else for at least 20 minutes and then come back and read their
work as if it was a book someone else wrote. Then they should decide whether it is good
or not. Then once they are done with their self-assessment, they could ask a family
member to read it and give them advice.

PPBlessing: Great tip. Was this what worked for you?

AS: Definitely.

PPBlessing: Thank you for sharing.

This brings us to the end of this month’s interview. Until next time, keep reading the
Writers Space Africa Magazine.

Ammar as a kid
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LOVE IN
TWIST
Author: Ozokwelu Amara
Country: Nigeria
It is timely that you and I fi-
nally meet here in the city
I played football as a lanky
boy, grazing my knees on
the gravel roads, hoping to
become the next Samuel
Eto’o. I fondly remember
the sweet taste of Mummy
Pierre’s delicious koki beans
from her corner shop on
Church Street.
I once stood naked on
these streets, dancing to
the rhythms of Makossa,
jiggling my small waist and
legs to each beat. Camer-
oon would forever remain
the country that keeps giv-
ing, gifting me its lights,
laughter, food and now,
your love.
“Oh, God! It is you.” You
say, your hands stroking
STORIES
SHORT
your arms like you always together in sync.
do when you are scared. It I would be free to kiss the
reminds me of your vlog to tiny moles scattered around
Seychelles and how scared your thighs; your tiny imper-
you were, unsure of how to fections, and kiss away all
navigate the waters. the pain I see in your eyes.
I had lain in my room, hold- I would be able to save you.
ing my phone close to my “Mafo, my queen. I am Men-
eyes, wishing I could wrap kam.” I say, pushing the
my hands around you. Two heavy doors of the hotel
years of long texts and silent room.
calls, hearing you breathe,
“You are Menkam?” You say,
staring at you through the
your nostrils widening to
cold screen of my phone,
twice their size. “I thought
relying on just words to
your name was Henry.”
convey the love in my heart
and the ache in my body. I must admit that I had lived
through this day countless
I pictured us here together,
times, dreaming of your re-
our backs against the sands
action to my name to real-
of Musango beach in Limbe,
ize it had been me who gift-
gazing at the stars, your
ed you an expense paid trip
head on my heart, our legs
to Cameroon.
entangled as we breathed

I imagine how you might
pause just as you used to
do and fall into my arms. I
would spin you around, and
we would declare our love
and get married.
I have always been fueled
with strong desires to pos-
sess you and lay claims to
your body. I could already
hear the celebrations, the
playful banter of haggling
over your bride price and
the loud celebration as I
pick the veiled you from a
group of other women – a
celebration of our beautiful
tradition, a perfect end to
our love story.
“Yes Askia, it is me. I prom-
ised I would come back to
you, my love.”
That moment, I watched
you jumping, your hands
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swinging as you reached my feet.
for your phone, your face You run towards the door
contorted as you screamed, frantically, pulling the han-
and I could see fear in your dle.
eyes; not love.
“It is locked, my love. Re-
Now, I am reminded of the gardless of your betrayal, I
brief time I spent locked up still love you,” I say.
because of our love. You
I have buried the pain I felt
still fail to see that my feel-
after hearing your testimo-
ings for you are special, sa-
ny and how I stalked you
cred.
and broke into your home
How often do people meet that had caused me to be
their soulmates, sharing the locked up for six months in
same Bamileke heritage in a dark cell.
the busy streets of Lagos? It
“This time, things will be dif-
almost never happens. We
ferent. I promise. You will
were blessed, kissed by ser-
learn to love me,” I say as I
endipity.
pull the custom ropes I had
“Oh God nooooo…” You cry. bought from the conve-
“Get away from me, please. nience store.
I am begging you.”
Cameroon would be our
“I still love you,” I say, walk- chance to be happy.
ing towards you, the rug of
the hotel room soft under
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WITH LOVE FROM
YAOUNDÉ
Author: Nnalue Chidinma
Country: Nigeria
I know every inch of this
home; every corner where
the kids play hide and seek,
every room where a mother
cradles her newborn, and
every hearth where food
simmers to win a husband’s
heart anew.
Today, I am sitting in front of
the large family compound,
drinking in the cool morning
air while faintly reminiscing
on my teenage years in this
home that sparkles with
warmth, laughter, and love.
Although I have been away
from Limbe for two years,
it feels like it was only yes-
terday when I stuffed my
few clothes into a bag and
made the trip to Yaoundé.
Yaoundé with its vibrant
people.
Yaoundé with its thrilling phone number.
nightlife and street food ***
that never ceases to make
A door creaks open and I
my mouth water.
turn in the sound’s direc-
Yaoundé, the city that tion. It is Aunty Ekema and
brought me the love of my I am sure she is up early so
life, Dieudonné. she can get things ready for
I met him one fine April af- the day’s festivities. Since
ternoon at the Reunification the day I returned, Aunty
Monument. After ascending Ekema hasn’t stopped look-
the stairs and scribbling my ing after my welfare and
name among many others neither has Aunty Grace.
on a block, I stopped to take And I love every bit of their
a view. It was like seeing the attentiveness. Aunty Grace
whole of Cameroon at a has taken my body mea-
glance. I stood, lost in that surements and is making
beauty until I heard a rich some kaba dresses which
masculine voice beside me. she promised me. As for
“It takes my breath away ev- Aunty Ekema, she has taken
ery single time too.” I turned one look at me the day I ar-
to see who spoke and, for rived before going into her
the first time, I prayed to kitchen and returning to
God for a man to ask for my place a bowl of fufu, njama
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njama, and kati kati in front fore sitting beside me on magazine while I sat with
of me. the bench. a hair mannequin between
Aunty Ekema has succeed- I nod and display a little my thighs, trying to create
ed at stuffing me full of smile before reaching for a style I hoped would one
treats since that first day. one of his hands and clasp- day become an indigenous
Koki beans one day, roast- ing it in mine. It’s a day of Cameroonian hairstyle.
ed fish the next, ndole on joy for me. Today, Dieudon- Dieudonné had put the
another day, and I savour né’s people are to come magazine aside and sat up,
them all while ignoring the with their arms full of gifts his expression flicking from
voice that tells me I may not to pay my bride price. I’ve mild surprise at my ques-
fit into my wedding dress if been the one to insist that tion to a certain serious-
I continue to eat so much. Dieudonné stays with me ness.
I hear someone praying at my family house, though. “Hmmm, let me try,” he said.
in one room, but before I There is a reassurance his “I love you because you are
can guess whose room it presence always gives me beautiful, Imbolo.”
is, large, powerful arms slip and I need it today. I need He paused. “I love your quiet
around my waist and a whiff to be certain that all will strength and confidence.”
of after-shave caresses my go well and this day will be
I left off braiding the man-
nostrils. A few seconds lat- as perfect as I have always
nequin to sit beside him.
er, the arms loosen their imagined.
He continued, “I love you
grip and I mourn the loss of A few days after Dieudonné because that day when I
Dieudonné’s touch with a proposed to me, I asked met you at the Monument,
sigh. him why he loved me. He I felt..., I felt safe.”
“You are enjoying the quiet, was lying on the couch,
He paused again before
mon amour,” he says be- flipping through a travel
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teasing me. rifice he puts into his You- I kiss Dieudonné on one
“Even though I was wonder- Tube channel, even travel- cheek as my friends squeal
ing why you couldn’t stop ling for miles just to show excitedly. One of my cousins
biting your nails,” He said, the world our Cameroon. I is sweeping the compound
biting his like I would while Ilove how he encourages me and an aunty is bathing her
laughed. “I love you because to be better and how I feel toddler outside. Soon, there
you are Cameroonian. I love at peace when I am with will be pounding of fufu and
you, mon amour, because him. my aunties will make soup
you are authentic and you He and I sit in the morn- while my uncles will get
give your best to everything ing silence. I am here with drinks and fresh palm wine.
that you do.” him yet a million thoughts I know my father has asked
one of his friends to come
“I love you so much. I can’t are also racing through my
with some seafood as well.
describe it in words. This is mind.
only an attempt,” he contin- Typical Imbolo. Dieudonné’s family and
ued while I playfully wiped friends will arrive with
My thoughts are soon cut
imaginary tears from my goats, kola nut, fabric, fire-
off by the delightful sound
eyes. wood, and other require-
of giggling women bursting
ments that accompany the
Although Dieudonné didn’t through the gate. They are
bride price. During the cer-
ask me the same question, my friends.
emony, Dieudonné will try
I know why I love him. He “Oh, the bride isn’t dressed
to identify me in a sea of
reminds me of my mother. yet,” Victorine teases when
veiled women and there’ll
My friend, Victorine, once she sees me.
be cheering when he does.
smirked when I told her
“Still playing love with Mon- Something tells me that to-
about this. It’s the truth,
sieur Dieudonné, I see.” Her day will be just perfect. I only
though. I love Dieudonné
laughter-filled voice utters. wish my mother was alive. I
because he, like my moth-
know she would have been
er, is full of warmth and I wag my finger at her, the
pleased with my choice of a
kindness. And I love him playful warning in my eyes
husband. I give Dieudonné
because he always puts meeting the quiet mischief
one last loving look before
me first. I also love how he in hers. She greets me with
allowing my friends to whisk
loves other people and how a hug and so does Chantelle
me away to prepare for my
he loves our country. I love and Muema.
traditional wedding.
how he loves our different “We’ll have to take you away
cultures and how much sac- now,” she says.
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REVIEW
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TRAVELLING
Genre: Article
Writer: Henry Ngeli, Zambia
Reviewer: Chidiebere Udeokechukwu, Nigeria

In contrast to Justin Nagundi’s travelogue, Henry elling in Henry Negli’s “Travelling”.

Ngeli’s Travelling Treatise” embraces multifac-
As an epilogue, it is worthwhile to mention
eted philosophies that serve as reasons that
this wisdom gleaned from Ngeli’s piece; “Life is
inspire travelling. Quite interestingly, an allu-
a journey”. Premised on this, it wouldn’t be far-
sion is made to “structural violence” as being
fetched to surmise that this article will prove
one of the reasons behind the quest to journey.
in it-self, a worthwhile journey of the mind for
The writer notes, “... oftentimes we travel in-
whoever will read.
tending to better our situations at hand”. Pre-
sumably, the vari-ous reasons (as denoted in
this article) are given: business, health, study,
meeting, religion and pleasure.
For Henry Ngeli, aside from whatever reasons
that may inspire travelling, his travelling ex-
peri-ences have yielded positive results and
these results have conspired to help him alter
his outlook of life. On the flip side, however, his
experience at Maputo International Airport is
riddled with humour although it did not seem
like a funny experience for him. There was the
unforgiving hot weather and the strange Por-
tuguese language to deal with. Ultimately, this
experience served as one of the factors that
has urged the writer to see travelling from a
uniquely multifaceted per-spective.
The reasons of career, wonder and leisure all
have conspired to forge a multifarious and
seeming-ly philosophical point of view to trav-
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WANGARĨ’S LOVE
FOR TREES
Genre: Children’s Literature
Writer: Njeri Wangarĩ, Kenya
Reviewer: Funmi Richards, Nigeria

“Early experiences with the natural world have of the wonder of nature, the tranquillity and
been positively linked with the development limitless treasure nature is.
of imagination and the sense of wonder” (Cobb
The story paints nature as home and welcom-
1977, Louv 1991).
ing, peaceful and bringing healing for a sneeze
“Children who play in nature have more posi- or wound.
tive feelings about each other” (Moore 1996).
It is a simple, childlike story of wonder and in-
I have always felt that civilisation makes nocence, one, I feel should be written in a full-
mincemeat of children, our small humans. It length book narrating adventures with nature,
takes away innocence, brings competition, im- telling of the glory and teaching more children
patience and too much adult to a child too about trees especially as the world is chal-
early. lenged more and more in the face of climate
change.
Wangari’s love for trees captures an honest ac-
count of nature in its natural habitat — it tells

JIMMY THE
GREAT
Genre: Flash fiction
Writer: Olabode Oluwabukola, Nigeria
Reviewer: Benita Magopane, Botswana
First of all, I love how the ti-
tle is in complete contrast to
what the story is all about.
Ingenious. A cunning tactic in
the field of flash fiction and
Olabode Oluwabukola nailed
this sly technique in the flash
fiction of Jimmy the Great.
We have this beginning, pre-
ceding the title that can cap-
ture a reader off-guard, pique
interest and lure us into Jim-
my’s thoughts which we tread
on with abso-lute curiosity.
His thoughts of himself bask
under the sun of brutal hones-
ty and in the one ques-tion he
asks, and probably shouldn’t
have, one gets a hint of an-
other faulty character trait of
his he didn’t mention. Perhaps
I should answer Jimmy with a
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question, “Are you dumb?” bode Oluwabukola was as me-
Yet Olabode’s Jimmy is far from ticulous as Jimmy’s wife with
uninteresting. As we smoothly this flash fiction. Fantasti-cally
creep up into the middle of written from beginning to end.
the story only to find out that I wonder if the cool breeze
Jimmy has a wife more sensi- Jimmy went to chill in, is the
ble than him- things get more same place where we find him
interesting. in the beginning.
More interesting than the be-
ginning. The story hasn’t lost
its element of surprise, mys-
tery and humour while at it,
till the very end.
The end isn’t anything one
would expect. It befits a flash
fiction piece. I love the subtle
use of dark humour subsumed
and one gets the sense that
the writ-er was still poking
fun at the character Jimmy by
noting his physical descrip-
tion like his “bald head.” Ola-
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LIFE IS AN
ABSTRACT NOUN
Genre: Poetry
Writer: Michael Okafor, Nigeria
Reviewer: Bwesigye Laurent, Uganda

The poem speaks about the
search for what life means
and how one can try to find
it. This is a common subject
that has been written about
countless times. Everyone
that is born later in their
life when they start to make
their decisions and are con-
scious about their choices,
begins to take on this jour-
ney to find out what life is.
He takes on the first person
when he writes.
//My skin feels heavy on my
bones//,
Here, the writer talks about
how they are tired and
stressed. He goes ahead to
define his mood by using
the metaphor of an altar of
withering daffodils. To ex-
press how weary he feels.
//To become is to journey all, the poet tells us that he
through self// is try-ing to take this jour-
ney and understand what
Here, the writer is commu- it means but it’s a little dif-
nicating that for one to un- ficult to understand.
der-stand life fully and at-
tain a desired state or form It was fun reading this poem
one has to fully understand and trying to decipher its
themselves. This is the meaning.
process of introspection...
The process of journeying
through self.
Later on, he defines life as
an abstract noun. It is not
something that can eas-
ily be defined and named.
It’s obscured and everyone
journeying through life will
find a different experience
and a different meaning in
life. For him, living is a map
that leads to death which-
ever road we take, the desti-
nation is death and we have
to make it meaningful. All in
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