Once again, Kmer has taken out the frustration in me... and I'm screaming outloud at the roughness I'm experiencing on the ground since 2 years I chose to return back to my motherland.
I got back in town, from my short trip to the US, this Sunday evening, and on Monday (yesterday) I had a reality-check experience, reminding me this place is not all rosy and gravy.
I got back in town, from my short trip to the US, this Sunday evening, and on Monday (yesterday) I had a reality-check experience, reminding me this place is not all rosy and gravy.
" 2 hours ago I got robbed my bag with my laptop (my 3rd hand, 3rd leg, and 2nd brain) in my mom's car as we were coming back home from work...It was shocking, traumatizing and troubling!
Here's what happened: Mom and I were driving back home from our day at work. We dropped one of her friends,and I moved up to the front seat,and left my bag in the backseat. The door behind me was locked, but the one behind mom's was open. So at Ntaba-Nlonkak,there was traffick(go slow). In 5 seconds, someone opened the back door like he was about to enter the car (my mom and I were between shocked and confused); the guy picked up my bag that was laying on the backseat, and ran away with 3 other guyz. (Seriously, just the thought of it, is still freakin me out). They took my bag, with my laptop (my everything u can imagine - all the Harambe Cameroon docs I'm working on : from the report of the previous competition,to the businessplan I havent finished yet,and all the reports I was working on, letters to ministries, deans, project proposals, graduate schools applications, Competitions I was applying for plus award certificates, all the archived docs. Dunno if u understand how my laptop is my 3rd hand (the music is replaceable; the pix,im thankful i'm constantly uploading them to fb) - it's my breadwinner, my perspiration, my everything) plus there was my wallet - with cash, IDs, Bank of America card,UBA card (that I can block it anytime,so it's fine), my keys (room,office),the 90 pix I recently printed out at CVS , my favorite perfume, makeup bag; my Rich Dad Poor Dad (Kiyosaki book) and and.. my notebook (the one in which I jot down all my ideas, thoughts, talking points, insights, great ideas from meetings, plans, etc) ... and more!
For me, the traumatizing part is to have been mentally raped like that. It's SCARY as HELL!!! the 30 mins after that, I was scared of any sudden sound,or anyone abruptly coming towards the car, or dark and shady areas (And u know in Cameroon that's everywhere).It's traumatizing man. And that fear is paralysing. And i'm tired of all these challenges adding on to previous ones.I 'm not superwoman for crying out loud. Now I have to think,yet again: SOLUTIONS! tchmmm... It's quite unfair. In the past month I've just had toooooo many setbacks like this. It's DISCOURAGING. And as much as I press on and keep believing, I'm exhausted!
Seriously, Where do I start to buy a new laptop? when I have my 3 months office rent coming up? When I have reports to print out, fundraising events to organize, information sessions to hold! So yeah, I'm about to break down, cuz this is beyond pulling my legs, brains, hair. At the same time, I know I need to stop complaining & ranting. Such is life. I won't cry over spilt milk (well, cry a lil... for just tonight; that's it. lol) Tomorrow is a new day, and I will focus on finding solutions for the future.
And so I keep encouraging myself, 'cause I started something I cannot leave half-way or abandon. The ball is rolling, so whether I want it or not, whether I'm physically exhausted and emotionally withered, or not, the ball must keep rolling. It's beyond my person, it's a movement that I started, but that transcends me. It has captured the heart of thousands of young people, and have given them hope to succeed in Cameroon, despite all the challenges I frequently blog about. Harambe Cameroon is engaging our youth to be active in the solution making process of our country, to be ambitious, entrepreneurial, and create opportunities where there is none. It's time for me to live by our Harambe Cameroon slogan "transforming our problems into opportunities," and find a way to transform this problem into an opportunity.
I won't take much credits for my capacity to move on... I have to.Too many people are relying on me, counting on me, believing in me, for me to let setbacks pull me back.
And yes I thank God that gangn of thieves didn't physically beat us up, or try to steal the car, while they were at it. So I'm still counting my blessings, despite everything. Afterall,all these things are just material. I will replace it, and upgrade. What cannot be stolen is my brain to reproduce all what I created in the first place. It will take time, but that's fine, I'll just do it, with God's grace and favor. I still believe, with God on my side, The best is yet to come.
I thank you all for your concerns,ur inboxes, outboxes,sms,tweets, phonecalls, u all keep me moving with ur encouragements, kind words, compassion and faith in me. It adds a smile to my face. So I thank you all sincerely.
With lots of love, always
Oli.
Here's what happened: Mom and I were driving back home from our day at work. We dropped one of her friends,and I moved up to the front seat,and left my bag in the backseat. The door behind me was locked, but the one behind mom's was open. So at Ntaba-Nlonkak,there was traffick(go slow). In 5 seconds, someone opened the back door like he was about to enter the car (my mom and I were between shocked and confused); the guy picked up my bag that was laying on the backseat, and ran away with 3 other guyz. (Seriously, just the thought of it, is still freakin me out). They took my bag, with my laptop (my everything u can imagine - all the Harambe Cameroon docs I'm working on : from the report of the previous competition,to the businessplan I havent finished yet,and all the reports I was working on, letters to ministries, deans, project proposals, graduate schools applications, Competitions I was applying for plus award certificates, all the archived docs. Dunno if u understand how my laptop is my 3rd hand (the music is replaceable; the pix,im thankful i'm constantly uploading them to fb) - it's my breadwinner, my perspiration, my everything) plus there was my wallet - with cash, IDs, Bank of America card,UBA card (that I can block it anytime,so it's fine), my keys (room,office),the 90 pix I recently printed out at CVS , my favorite perfume, makeup bag; my Rich Dad Poor Dad (Kiyosaki book) and and.. my notebook (the one in which I jot down all my ideas, thoughts, talking points, insights, great ideas from meetings, plans, etc) ... and more!
For me, the traumatizing part is to have been mentally raped like that. It's SCARY as HELL!!! the 30 mins after that, I was scared of any sudden sound,or anyone abruptly coming towards the car, or dark and shady areas (And u know in Cameroon that's everywhere).It's traumatizing man. And that fear is paralysing. And i'm tired of all these challenges adding on to previous ones.I 'm not superwoman for crying out loud. Now I have to think,yet again: SOLUTIONS! tchmmm... It's quite unfair. In the past month I've just had toooooo many setbacks like this. It's DISCOURAGING. And as much as I press on and keep believing, I'm exhausted!
Seriously, Where do I start to buy a new laptop? when I have my 3 months office rent coming up? When I have reports to print out, fundraising events to organize, information sessions to hold! So yeah, I'm about to break down, cuz this is beyond pulling my legs, brains, hair. At the same time, I know I need to stop complaining & ranting. Such is life. I won't cry over spilt milk (well, cry a lil... for just tonight; that's it. lol) Tomorrow is a new day, and I will focus on finding solutions for the future.
And so I keep encouraging myself, 'cause I started something I cannot leave half-way or abandon. The ball is rolling, so whether I want it or not, whether I'm physically exhausted and emotionally withered, or not, the ball must keep rolling. It's beyond my person, it's a movement that I started, but that transcends me. It has captured the heart of thousands of young people, and have given them hope to succeed in Cameroon, despite all the challenges I frequently blog about. Harambe Cameroon is engaging our youth to be active in the solution making process of our country, to be ambitious, entrepreneurial, and create opportunities where there is none. It's time for me to live by our Harambe Cameroon slogan "transforming our problems into opportunities," and find a way to transform this problem into an opportunity.
I won't take much credits for my capacity to move on... I have to.Too many people are relying on me, counting on me, believing in me, for me to let setbacks pull me back.
And yes I thank God that gangn of thieves didn't physically beat us up, or try to steal the car, while they were at it. So I'm still counting my blessings, despite everything. Afterall,all these things are just material. I will replace it, and upgrade. What cannot be stolen is my brain to reproduce all what I created in the first place. It will take time, but that's fine, I'll just do it, with God's grace and favor. I still believe, with God on my side, The best is yet to come.
I thank you all for your concerns,ur inboxes, outboxes,sms,tweets, phonecalls, u all keep me moving with ur encouragements, kind words, compassion and faith in me. It adds a smile to my face. So I thank you all sincerely.
With lots of love, always
Oli.
Sorry about your lost .... Good Luck....
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Sorry to hear that happened to you and your mom. Stay safe and I am sure it would be alright by Gods grace, keep up the good work. Dont fret!
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