24hrs: TRAVELLING FROM MY COUNTRY TO MY COUNTRY
It was 9pm when I left my home to go to the park intending to travel to Bamenda. I arrived Bamenda on Friday morning at 6:30am. Nice cold morning as it always is in Bamenda. The sun had just come out but I could still feel the cold deep in my spine. I wrapped up every inch of my body to conserve some heat. Of course I looked odd as everyone else just went along… loosely clad for some and for others, a little sweater or head gear which seemed more routine than functional. I messaged a few friends to let them know that I was in town. Little chats over little nothings. One chat ended with my friend saying “Welcome to the town of friendship”. Town of friendship indeed. I like to pride myself in saying that I am a ‘Bamenda boy’... Though living out of Bamenda for a bit has caused some to contest my right to claim the ‘Bamenda boy’ tag. But more than most places I've lived in, my experience is that Bamenda is truly a town of friendship. The people are warm and friendly, the comm...