The relics of our cultures have spanked me so hard and reduce me to a beast chased like a ghost. I have no weapon but my voice, so I refuse to be silent because I am an African young woman with a distinct identity. As an Albino girl, I’m always in between two worlds. The natural and the artificial. Always expected to define my continent, my ethnicity, racial and cultural identity. I find that very complicated. “I refuse to walk in my mum’s shoes” says Enanga, a 14year old girl who watched her mother slowly been killed by her culture.
Albinism is a congenital disorder characterized by a complete or partial absence of pigment in the skin, hair and eyes of an Albinos. This is due to the absence of enzyme involved in the production of melanin. Albinos in some parts of the world and in Africa in particular are seen as curses. They are faced with stigma and discrimination. It is one thing to be an albino and worst still to be an albino in Africa. Children are the most vulnerable. Witch doctors claim their body parts are capable of bringing riches, power and success, if used in potions. Fishermen are said to weave the hair of an Albino into their nets to help them catch more fish. Some feel they are ghosts who can bring wealth, power and luck. Their body parts are highly prized and there exist lucrative black market for the body parts of albinos in some African countries. The perpetuators still continue without trial. While to others they should be wiped off from the face of the earth. The allure of the forbidden is ever-present in the face of every Albinos and this has spank several generations from their basic rights.
I was born in a family of black parents but I was raised up by a single mum. My mother has always being my source of inspiration. I had just turned 14 in 1994. And I was a form five science student in GBHS Molyko Buea, Cameroon. I was in my final year, preparing to write the GCE Ordinary Level Examination. I was very intelligent and was always the first in my class. I was filled with love for mankind and I wanted to become the first Albino medical doctor in my community. I wanted to save lives and most of all research and find solutions for Albinos. I had hope and was determined to prove the contrary because of my colour skin. I was best at all and was highly admired at school and in the village. I could sing so well, draw so well, dance so well and I was the best in all. I was chock-full of creativity. I’m a human being just like everyone else, only I need more care. For instance, I need to make sure my skin gets adequate protection from the equatorial sun. While in the classrooms I need to have a place in the front row, or else I cannot see the blackboard. But unfortunately for me I was betrayed by my very own custom and tradition.
It was a sunny Thursday afternoon at about 2.30pm, as I walked back from school with my peers. I could barely see from the rays produced by the beams from the sun. But I was looking very beautiful with my Snow white skin, blond hair, and blue eyes. My colour skin distinguished me from the other girls as we were chatting. As I move closer home I by-passed five women leaders coming out from our house. I greeted and walked in the house and I found my mother wheeling. She was shouting and crying “I would never let her be yours”. “She is my life and God who gave her to me will help me”. I moved closer to her and she gripped me and was sulking. I was confused and felt that we had lost grandmama who was just recovering from a malaria attack. When I asked her why she was crying she looked at me and continued weeping. I also started weeping. My mother had been living in fear and had come to the end of herself. As she talked to me, I could see how desperate she was. Her looks could tell how much she needed help, Tears were streaming down her face as she told me. There was such a sadness in her voice, I could tell she was speaking from the depth of her being. It was the cry of her heart, her frustration, her inner war of values; she wanted to be free. She is not the only one going through such trials and tribulations.
There are many other women out there like mother and they are in a dilemma. Finally, she said, “my daughter it’s time I tell you the truth”. What truth I ponder. But first you must promise me, that you will be strong to fight to the end. So that mothers like me in future shall be proud when they have white children. Many Africans belief that the birth of a white child to black parents is supernatural. Families are often told to kill the children at birth. But I refused to kill you and was abandoned by your father. Our people are encircled with prejudices and they believe that albinos are immortal, they have the ability to see at night, that their body parts possess magical powers and are useful for magical portions. Many albino girls and women live in fear. The town of Buea lies at the foot of Mt Cameroon, the highest volcanic mountain in West and Central Africa. In the streets, a number of albinos go about their daily activities. But when the mountain threatens to erupt, they all go underground to avoid being sacrificed to appease the mountain gods. There exist a popular belief amongst the Bakweri people of the SW Region of Cameroon. It is believed that, the Albinos are abandoned on the mountain as offerings of appeasement to the mountain god (Efasa Moto) so that he could continue to bless the inhabitants at the foot of the Fako Mountain. This has caused so much fear among the Bakweri albinos.
In 1994 Mt Cameroon erupted, many albinos in Buea and her environs went into hidings as it was alleged that the god of the mountain were demanding a sacrifice. The mountain has been angry for one week and we may all die if we do not perform the sacrifice. Yes that I know I said. The problem was not with the mountain but the fact that you have been selected by the god for the sacrifice with six others. What for mother, I asked. It is believed that when the mountain is about to erupt, seven young Albinos virgins must be sacrifice to appease the gods of the mountains (Efasa Moto) If not the anger of the gods will kill everybody in the village. So how does that involve me? What and how will they sacrifice us? You will be taken and abandoned on the mountain naked until you slowly die for the gods. Jesus I exclaimed. I was frightened and depressed. So what about my dreams? And if I escaped? I asked. Our whole family will be wiped out. Oh God I’m stuck between two world. They will burn us alive. She said shouting.
I walked into my room devastated and lifeless. I opened the widow to lighten the room when I saw four huge men guarding our house. I could not escape. Suddenly I heard mother calling “my child come and eat. Mama I’m not hungry, I said. I had lost my appetite and was shock. I requested to be left alone. So I decided to pray and confess my sin. I wanted to be prepared to face my destiny. So I prayed, cried and sang for seven hours. And with the fatigue I felt asleep.
I was forcefully woken up by my mother and a team of three barred old men. It was 3am in the morning. Confused, they grabbed me. Pulled me out of bed. Shook me to consciousness and under the thick cover of darkness, whisked me off to some secluded location. I was confused. And unaware of what was going on. I tried to scream, but they held my mouth hard. And asked me to cooperate. I tried to free myself and run to safety, but I was too tiny. They easily overpowered me. After what it’s seemed like an eternal journey, full of anguish and turmoil, I was pushed into a poorly-lit scraggly hut. And then I was dumped in front of a deathly-looking man. He grinned like a wizard. And his eyes were cold. And his hands were rough. Flipping me around, he confirmed and ordered that I should be strip naked by other men. They stripped me naked. My legs wide open. He inserted a wooden item in my virginal to check if I was a virgin. I was too young to comprehend the magnitude of this madness. And right there, the old men held me down. And ordered that I should be prepared for the sacrifice. I refused. And started screaming and wailing. It was all in vain. A dirty piece of cloth was stuffed into my mouth. And I was firmly held down. Frighten and most shockingly I became unconscious and only came to my senses some hours later. It was daytime already. And they had hidden me at the back of a crumbling hut at the foot of the mountain with six other young girls. We had been chosen for the sacrifice to the god of the mountain. My heart hurt like hell, pulsating with a fierce, fiery pain. I bite back tears, trying too hard to swallow them whole. My soul feel heavy, so I slump my tired shoulders down, down, down. I trembled with anger, and temper. I feel empty, useless and invisible, like a hungry ghost. These were really tough days for us Albinos. The god of the mountain had to be appeased. The virgin girls were abandoned naked, exhausted and tied. We couldn’t run. Or hide. Or give up. We wanted to run far, far, away. But, we couldn’t. Because if we did, the only person we would be running from is ourselves. Hiding from ourselves. We didn’t need to understand what we’re feeling. We didn’t need to analyze it. We just needed to comfort and support ourselves. We had a thousand beautiful things we could do to support ourselves. We sang squeezing our tied hands. We were bold to dive right into the toughness of the day. We knew we couldn’t retreat, but we were hurt. We vowed never to abandon our sweet selves even if we died. But something miraculously happened.
The women in the community staged a revolt for the liberation of their daughters. They were joined by the young girls and boys from all the schools in the village. The village was in confusion. The king was confused but calmed the angry crowd. He spoke to them with wisdom. He explained that he was not the one in charge of the traditional laws but a messenger from the gods. We are all part of the law and if we want the law to be abolished then it shall be so. But this shall be done in accordance to our customs and traditions. My people of Buea be calm. I promise I shall look into this issue because I’m losing my population and killing innocent souls. I do not want many more people to be hurt. Your cry has been taken into consideration. Go home and at sun set I shall have a meeting with the elders’ and the chief priest to discuss the matter. But the angry crowd refused and asked that their daughters be released first and immediately. They shouted no, no, no, .release, release, release, release, our daughters. The king saw how furious the people looked at him. They were so desperate to hear him talk. He was silence for a while and went in to the palace with some of the elders who were present. He was confused because he, did not know how he was going to please the angry god of the mountain. He was stuck between two worlds. He concerted with his elders who advise him to release the girls and that they were going to secretly get other girls for the sacrifice without the consent of the people. It is tradition and it must be done. It was from old and we can’t change what our fathers gave us, if we try we shall all die. But we have to release the girls if not so the villagers will revolt and we shall all lose our authority over the people. Said Ebot the oldest of the elders. But Ebia added we may also be killed and our family members killed too, if we continue to delay. The king in confusion said if I try to change this law I shall die and my heir shall also be killed mystically. “Efasa Moto” is a very wild god. No man plays with “Efasa Moto”. No man, No man. We know our king, murmured Ekat. What shall we then do? Mblla said, time is not on our side any more, let us liberate the girls and proceed with our plan. We shall all meet at sunset, Ekane, you have inform the chief priest because we need him his direction. So the king reluctantly came out and greeted his people again. They responded but anxiously waiting to hear him talk. He looked in air and said, we have decided to release your daughters to you while we deliberate and find solutions on how we shall address the laws of our land. We all know the consequences of this action because this has never happen in the history of our ancestors. “Efasa Moto” is a wild god and has no pity. Take note before your daughters are been release to you. “Efasa Moto” is a wild god and has no pity. Ekane go and tell the chief priest to release the girls. He ordered. The crowed was satisfied but the older women and men who knew the tradition were worried about the consequences.
They had mixed feelings and knew exactly what will befall the villagers. They moved sadly shaking their heads as they followed the youths and the women to where the girls had been hidden. The sacrificial law against the Albinos was distorted for the first time which has never happen in the history of Buea. Ekane hurried as he walked to the foot of the mountain. The people followed him singing and shouting for joy. Ebot, Enanga’s best friend could be seen with the youths singing for the release of her friend. The distance from the palace was about 200km. As they approached the hut of the chief priest, he got the noise and quickly consulted the ancestors. He started evoking the gods with incarnations. “Halala bala sha” said the chief priest. The gods of”Efasa Moto” which I serve what is happening? Talk to me. Then he listened and shock his head three times confirming the message. So before the people could draw near to his hut he was ready and was standing outside.
Finally the crowd arrived and the chief priest was waiting for them. Ekane, hurried in front to meet chief priest. But was rudely interrupted by the chief priest who ordered him to wait and said, I have been informed by the gods already. So you all must wait here until I return. No one must follow me. And he went behind the hut were the girls were locked up. He was holding some of the dresses of the locked girls in his left hand. My best friend Ebot, told me that later. Before he could open the door he chanted some incarnations seven times and opened the door. The seven times represented the seven girls. This also was to alert the girls. He was appeasing the god not to punish the girls who had already been prepared for him. He assured the god that he was going to bring a double sacrifice, which meant 14 Albinos were going to be offered if the law was not abolished. He then walked in backward, closed the door and stopped at the center of the hut. He turned and stretched his hand toward us and offered our dirty dresses. We all wanted to collect the dresses but we could not because our hands were tied. He seemed confused and had forgotten that he had ordered his men to tie us up. So he removed a knife from his traditional bag and began cutting the ropes. He looked frightful and had something like a leaf held between his lips as he struggled with the ropes.
The girls got up one after the other picking up their dresses. They dressed up faster and by the time he was liberating the seventh girl, they were all ready to go. Some even wanted to jump out but the looks on his face kept the girls still. With a show of hand he asked that we moved to the center of the hut. He then remove a bottle from his bag containing a black liquid and applied on our fore heads. After he had finished, he then opened the door. We could barely move well because we had been tied for long. As we struggled to walk out, it seemed like a dream. I looked up to the heavens and thanked God in my heart. The happy crowd was anxious to carry us up. But I struggled to see my mother first. As I looked round eagerly, a hand gripped me from the back. I quickly turned and there was mother. She was still crying. I held her so closely and I felt relief by her touch. She whispered, I’m so sorry my child. I said mum is ok, is not your fault. I will forever forgive you. All my friends were clamoring for joy struggling to touch me. This was same with the other girls. We were liberated at last and I was so happy to meet my mother and friends. I knew this was the invisible hand of God.
As we walked home one big boy carried me on his back. When we got home grandma was sitting outside and she was so happy. Mother rushed in and went to the kitchen. She first put some water on the fire. Then she started preparing food. She had left the house very early that day in search for a solution for my release. So all of us had to wait for her to cook. I sad on the mat outside and anyone who heard I was released came to celebrate with me. After 15minutes mother held my hand to the bath. She had warmed some water. She put a stool that I sit and she bath me like her baby of old. Then she took me in and allow me to dress up while she ran to the kitchen. Mum was a very hard working woman. So when I had finish I requested that I wanted to sleep because I was feeling so tired.
Mum gave me some fruits and said when I finish I could go and have my rest. I ate the fruits and went to the room and climbed on the bed to sleep. I could hear women and children asking for me from outside. Mum kept telling them she is resting come later. After an hour food was ready and I was so hungry. It was kwakoko and mbanga soup. It was my favorite. We prayed and I ate with a large appetite. After the meal we share some jokes and mother started narrating what had happened after I was taken away. We had some visitors who had brought some food for me and they were sharing the stories. But they still did not know what will happen if the sacrifice was never offered. They said I was very lucky with the other girls. That it was not yet over because the rituals most be performed, if not so many of us will die. God forbid “I shouted”.
Later in the evening, the elders of the village were seen going to the king’s palace. Ekat one of my father’s friend who was a member of the council of elders could also be spotted. They were beautifully dressed in their traditional regalia and walked majestically. The meeting lasted for many hours and it was to be continue the next day as my mother waited to see Ekat about the decision of the elders. He came back very late and my mother went to bed without been able to go to his house. Early in the morning she went to his compound. He told her not to have any fear that the problem shall be solved. He never told her their secret, for they had taken an oath never to reveal their decision. It was agreed a new set of girls shall be kidnapped for the sacrifice far in the interior of the village. I can’t tell if this was done because the king nor his heir didn’t die. He ruled for many years as I lived in Buea.
But after three market days it was announced by the town crier, that the killing of albinos by the god was abolished. But this was only a trick to keep Albinos out of fear.
After 20years I became the first medical doctor from my community. And I was posted to a health post in my village. I built a new house for mother. Grandmama had died and we both lived happily together. I treated and saved many patients black and white, including my father and all those who had rejected me. But I was not still free from the prejudices. It became worst because I couldn’t have a boyfriend who truly loved me. I wanted marriage and to have babies like every woman but it was difficult. About four years ago, a woman came begging for my hair to use in preparing traditional medicine. My mother had admits that she regularly shaved my hair when I was younger for the same purpose. Men, running for elections or seeking job promotions, often offered me huge amounts of money for sex. So I decided to open a re-habitation center for Albinos and I created an association. This association was called “A world free from violence” (AWFV). This association was aimed at fighting against all forms of violence against albinos. The association provided free medical services and lenses for Albino children. The youths who were Albinos were matched up with skilled workers after school and weekends to develop their skills as they studied. Some were empowered with income generating activities and loans given to them to start up petit businesses. Some albinos were enrolled in music and drawing classes.
As the president of “A world free from violence” (AWFV). I lobbied for assistance from home and abroad. We received lots of support from other Albinos associations. I organized many advocacy and sensitization programmes in many Cameroonian communities. Over time, the association built the self-esteem of many albinos and their families. And less children were killed at birth, though at a very slow rate. Reports of the systematic elimination of albino babies were now dropping. Many albinos went to school. The plight of albinos gradually began to change. Although the situation has changed a great deal, people, especially those who do not have albino relatives still find it difficult to associate with these people as normal human beings. Many of them who are qualified still go through thick and thin to get employment. But there still existed a problem with albinos graduating from the universities.
They were gradually increasing in number, but are not offer jobs. Most of them are jobless and are not integrated in leadership positions. Mbida Paul, an albino and a graduate said since he left university five years ago, he has failed all interviews for job opportunities. He believes it is because of his skin colour. “Wherever I have dropped my application for job opportunities, I am always called up for interviews but I have failed all those interviews because of my colour”. Albinism is considered a handicap. Albinos, like the rest of humanity are created by God and have the right to live, work, vote, contribute to community development and enjoy any other privilege in every society. They did not choose to be born albinos same as we did not choose how we should be born. Who knows if you are a healthy carrier of an albino gene? You could give birth to an albino. Said Martha. A weeklong activity was organized at the center and many albinos expressed their worries. We were very lucky that the government had sent the minister’s representatives of health and social affairs to attend the conference. They both pledged to support to the association and also promised to examine all complaints. There is a lot to be done in countries such as Cameroon to ensure albinos have access to healthcare and education. But we must do our best to educate other people and raise awareness of such major dangers as skin cancer. We must persuade other people and the government to make it possible for albinos to play their part in society.”
Enanga, keep her version and was very hardworking. She worked in the hospital and coordinated the work of the organization. She is so focus and brings hope to many people in her community. Fortunately for her she had caught the admiration of one of her school mates who knew her so well. This young man had grown in that community but was black. He had been watching her growing for so many years. He had admired her secretly but wondered how his parents will react if he wanted to marry Enanga someday. But as years passed by he developed the courage to talk to her since she too had grown older. At this time Enanga was 36years old but was not bother about marriage any longer. Mukeba was a secondary school teacher and was about 38years old.
So on this faithful day he decided to visit the Enanga’s organization. He wanted to pay her a visit and to express his love for her. He arrived and greeted her secretary and requested if he could see Enanga. But the secretary replied that she is busy and she asked he could wait. He accepted and was offered a sit. Enanga was informed that he wanted to see her. He sat and waited for about an hour. Sudden he saw some girls walked passed form Enanga’s office. His heart leaped for joy and he was waiting on the secretary to permit him go in the office but she delayed a bit. And Enaga on her part, finished and had forgotten about him. Mukeba was still sitting outside. Tired and exhausted, she decided to go home. She packed her bag and was about to lock her office when she saw Mukeba. Eheeeee, good afternoon Mukeba, I’m so sorry, she exclaimed. He said good afternoon Enanga. So what brings you here? She asked. Just wanted to take you out for a walk because you’re always too busy. Ok as you can see I was just leaving. So where are we going to? He smiled and said it’s a surprise. Actually he had arranged for a diner night for both of them in Limbe. He was hoping that he was going to ask her to marry him. So they both drove in Enaga’s car to Limbe. They first decided to stop in the botanical garden and later moved to the snack where Mukeba had previously arrange. This was really surprise and she was very happy. She had at least found a man who had concern for her for the first time. A man who didn’t care if she was an Albino. She was prepared for anything. They got there and had fun and he proposed. She immediately accepted. She had been looking for love and this kind of opportunity was not to be ignored. The joy in her made her crazy. She could not pretend. It could be seen in her eyes. She liked him to much that she couldn’t allow him to go. They had been school mate and he was not a stranger. Three days after Mukeba decided to tell his mother. She didn’t object as he had earlier thought. But she was happy because her son had found a wife. A hardworking woman. The arrangement for the wedding was settled and her bride price had to be paid to her father as tradition requested. Enanga had to meet her father face to face to discuss about her marriage. This was so difficult for her to believe that she was abandoned by him because of her colour. Her mother begged her to forgive him and leave the judgment to the lord. She did and went to see him before her in-laws could come for the marriage proper. She went to her father’s house and they had a heated debate, but she decided to forgive the father when he went down on his knees begging his child. She left very empty and was now ready for her marriage. The traditional wedding went smoothly without any objection from both families. Two weeks to her church wedding, she decided to reconcile her mother and her father. Her Father was not married since after he had abandoned them. So they both accepted and forgive each other. And they accepted to renew their vows on the same day that Enanga and Mukeba were getting married in the same church. It was a day of joy to all who had known the story of Enanga. Her wedding was the talk of the town and her name was on every lip. She was happily married and had three children. Enanga had become a blessing and not a curse in her community.

So let us join Enanga to say No to violence against Albinos in the world.

H.E Ama Tutu Muna

H.E Ama Tutu Muna: The Mother of Women and Girls.

H.E Ama Tutu Muna(Minister of Culture of Cameroon) the mother of women and girls is the cradle of the North West women Empowerment Forum (NOWWEF). NOWWEF is a National Women’s Forum created in 2007 with objectives to advance leadership, cultures and economic empowerment of women. The forum connects women of significant and diverse achievement for the purpose of idea exchange, inspiration and learning. The forum is made up of members of the seven divisions of the North West Region. Her Excellency Ama Tutu Muna is also on record to have initiated the Mbengwi Women Cooperative to combat the plight of the rural woman.She is a philanthropist and a tool for women development. She has been able to put so much smiles on the faces of many women from the North West Region. Her vision for cultural preservation has been the pillar of progress to all women and girls. “She is a Mother and Model of Kindness, giving Hope to the Hopeless”. Her inspiration and donations of the women’s day fabric and money for sewing is the joy she has created to millions of women since 2007. Her Excellency Ama Tutu Muna’s gestures have been a binding force and weapon of success to all Women.

Hotel De Ville Yaounde

  On the 25th of February 2015, Her Excellency Ama Tutu Muna again invited the members of NOWWEF for their yearly randez-vous. It was a bright afternoon and you could see women of all classes hurrying to Hotel De Ville Yaounde. Her name was on every lips and the women and girls were all anxious to hear their mother, Her Excellency Ama Tutu Muna the minister of culture speak.

MOHCAMThey all wanted to be part of her free will donation of the fabric of the 2015 international day of the woman. You could see most of them already imagining their beautiful fabric.You could even see some of them pointing at some other women who were beautiful dressed suggesting the latest styles they were going to sew. The hall was congested with women and girls. One could hardly find the way to the stage.The women were more than a thousand with 500 women seating in the hall. Many others were standing  by the windows.Some others were busy conversing outside and waiting for the distribution proper.

2015 Women Fabric

The minister finally arrived and all the women were clamoring for joy. She was over whelmed with the coward because it had doubled the number of the past years. She congratulated the women and promised, that they were all going to receive their fabrics through their groups presidents for easy distribution. She urged the women to turn out massively for the peace work and for the match pass celebration on the international day of the woman, the 8th of March 2015.The women were all satisfied as they moved home hoping to receive their fabrics form their various groups.You could see many groups discussing with their presidents after the minister had left.The presidents congratulated their members,promising them, they were going to communicate them when to collect the fabrics.I was attracted by the Meta Women Cultural Group (MEWUCUDA) coordinated by the president Ma Rosaline Fogwe.

META WOMEN Her Excellency Ama Tutu Muna in one of the women’s forum encouraged the women to dream big and be hardworking for “you can’t achieve big things if you do not dream big”. This can only be possible if you remain positive and be free from all forms of hate. As North West women from different cultural backgrounds living together in the different regions, She  has created an environment where women can progress with the exchange of ideas and live in harmony. Hard work and efficiency have continued to be the qualities that define her. Her Excellency Ama Tutu Muna has and is still supporting the efforts of women and girls in several domains. Her role as a mentor has re-ignited hope in the poor women who have become agents of change in their homes and communities. She is the dream of every woman and every woman wants to part of NOWWEF.  Thank You, Your Excellency for “Making It Happen” in the life’s of women and girls’.Thank You for all the Love you have shown to them since 2007. May God Richly Bless You.

Mbah Adah Muyang (Executive Director Mother of Hope Cameroon)

A Workshop for Single Mums and Girls on Sexual Reproductive Health Rights and Computer Knowledge in Communities Bamenda.

No Computers!! No Women!! No Development!!

Access to affordable and relevant health services and to accurate, comprehensive health information are fundamental human rights. Yet, gender-based discrimination, lack of access to education, poverty, and violence against women and girls can all prevent these rights from being realized. Single mums and girls face a lot challenges when it comes to sexual reproductive health rights and safe motherhood.They lack accurate information about HIV transmission; the ability to choose whether and when to get pregnant; response to violence against women; and services for sexually transmitted infections and reproductive tract illnesses, because they lack of computer skills.

Mother of Hope Cameroon (MOHCAM) in her fight to educate single mums and girls is organizing a three days digital empowerment workshop in the summer to raise awareness on single mums and girl’s sexual reproductive health rights and basic computer skills. They will be given the chance to learn leadership skills, build self-confidence and to better understand new marketable skills when using visual training tools.The programme is aimed at challenging prevalent gender stereotypes in communities, particularly those that reduce the aspirations of girls in rural communities, where traditions are firmest and patriarchal systems still remain very strong.For single mums and girls to fully participate in their communities and enjoy their rights, they need a life free from gender-based discrimination- a life with the opportunity to be educated, to work,to be healthy and to participate in all aspects of public life. However, millions women and girls are frequently beaten, raped, mutilated, killed and subjected to gender violence which limits their opportunities.

Our ongoing campaign is working to connect rural and underprivileged single mums and girls to the world. Also some educated women are computer illiterate and can’t properly handle leadership positions. Computer literacy will opens doors to share information and build like-minded ventures networks. Most rural single mums and girls who are engaged in farming and petite trading will acquire computer skills which will enable them to market their products.They will be able meet with other women and mentors who will direct them in their activities and businesses.They will find forums where they can showcase and gain global exposure for their work.

To enable these positive improvements in our communities, MOHCAM is organizing a training workshop to empower 30 single mums and girls from Mubang Ntsen Nkwen village and equip them with basic skills in information communication technology (computing), and also to educate them about women’s reproductive health to help them rise to meet the challenges they face daily.

This workshop will take place in Foncha-street Nkwen-Bamenda from the 28th–30th of July 2014 at the Ets.ALMA Cybercafé opposite Providence Clinic.

We intend to extend this training to fresh women and girls entering just universities. Due to the limited Internet access, high school students entering universities in Cameroon are not familiar with the Internet’s power use for research in their studies. Those who go on-line simply use it to send or read emails and chat.These women and girls lack the basic skills to access the vast learning materials available on-line.

When Cameroon’s women and girls succeed, Cameroon succeeds!
Women and girls in Cameroon make up more than half of the population. They are the breadwinners and the backbone of our economy, yet they still face harsh treatment due to outdated customs and traditions which hold them back. They are still regarded as their husband’s property, with limited rights in most communities. This workshop will enable them to become local community reporters who can share information and advocate for women’s rights and positive change for everyone.

Equipped with basic computer skills, like-minded people can come together to improve their skills and share their experiences. This will increase productivity and encourage innovation in their businesses and workplace. Togetherness and love will be fostered in young minds, who will then be positioned for the mentoring and training which will enable them to create and contribute to a better economic system in Cameroon.

Computers are tools needed by all women and girls for a rapid change! You Can Help!
There are plenty of steps we can take to strengthen our future, but first we need to take action. We shall be grateful if you would donate your used Internet-capable phones, computers or electronic gadgets to help women learn and participate effectively in our computer literacy workshop. We also need assistance in getting these devices safely to us in time for the workshop and would appreciate any suggestions or offers of help to bring donated devices to Cameroon so that we can make them available to the workshop participants.
Please email us at or call +23733051311

Thank you for your support!
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Youth Violence in Schools and Communities in Cameroon: A Call to Parenthood.

Youth violence is Violence involving young persons, typically children, adolescents, and young adults between the ages of 10 and 24years. The young person can be the victim, the perpetrator, or both. Youth violence includes aggressive behaviors such as verbal abuse, bullying, hitting, slapping, or fist fighting. These behaviors have significant consequences but do not generally result in serious injury or death. Youth violence also includes serious violent and delinquent acts such as aggravated assault, robbery, rape, and homicide, committed by and against youth. In addition to causing injury and death, youth violence undermines communities by increasing the cost of health care, reducing productivity, decreasing property values, and disrupting social services.
Youth violence is the second leading cause of death for young people in most communities in Cameroon. About 55 percent of the youth population in Cameroon is affected by youth violence. Youth violence comes from all socioeconomic levels. These youths face emotional and behavioral problems.
Most couples go through hell to have children but most children are not properly raised up. Most parents have failed in inculcating useful values in their children. These children from birth are closer to their nannies and grandmothers instead of their biological parents. They grow up hardly having affection for their parents. These so call parents who are still physically fit go about in search for knowledge and lucrative jobs. But of what use will this be come when you come back and don’t have children to spend your time and money with?

Preventing violence in young people is a critical public health goal to all Cameroonians because violence inflicts a substantial toll on the youths, their families, and communities. Young people may often experience multiple risk factors, which may be interdependent. For example, family breakdown may be a factor which may itself contribute to other problems such as offending behavior. They also are more apt to create discipline problems in class, use drugs, and engage in criminal activities. Those who engage in youth violence may engage in other risky health behavior or become victims themselves. Most of our youths now take a drug known as tremor and they possess deviant behavior. They now beat up their teachers and move with knives in schools. School violence is a subset of youth violence, a broader public health problem. Violence is the intentional use of physical force or power, against another person, group, or community, with the behavior likely to cause physical or psychological harm. Youth Violence typically includes persons between the ages of 10 and 24, although pathways to youth violence can begin in early childhood. Examples of violent behavior include: Bullying, Fighting (e.g., punching, slapping, and kicking) Weapon use, Electronic aggression and Gang violence.
School violence may occurs on school property, on the way to or from school, during a school-sponsored event and on the way to or from a school-sponsored event. High-profile school shootings have increased public concern over student safety. The students at higher risk for a school-associated violent death include those from racial and ethnic minorities who attend urban high schools.They are involved in rape cases, prostitution, tattooing, cigarette smoking and a high consumption of alcohol and sachet whiskey commonly called kitiko, fighters and lion Dore which is high in methanol. A good example is the case of the upper sixth student of Starlight College Nkwen who was sapped and killed by another student with a knife. Another case was reported in CCC Mankon and GHS kejimkaku where the discipline master was beating up by students, his Okada destroyed and offices invaded report cards and official documents destroyed. Students now deflated the tyres of their teacher’s cars. In other schools we find student slapping discipline masters and kicking the principals. Adolescents can experience violence within the context of a dating relationship. This may occur when one person in a relationship uses abusive behaviors to demonstrate power or control over the other person. Dating violence includes physical violence, sexual assault, and verbal or emotional abuse. High dating rate of young girls with okadah riders. Some youth are afraid to go to school because they feel unsafe. The health of most communities is also negatively affected by youth violence.
Youth Violence begins from childhood when we are not there to shape the minds and behavior of our children. Most youths have lost the security and protection their parents. Most of them feel rejected and lonely. We are hardly there for them. We need to understand the situation of our children and show them more love and attention especially to those that come from families that are plague with poverty, ignorance and irresponsible parenthood. We are Imagine a world where all children born by 2015 needs to walk through homes and schools which are ready to equip, empower, respect their rights and keep them safe from violence.
We as Parents may be the cause of our children’s predicaments.

Beware! Be warned!

Family Rape!! My Father wants to Have Sex with Me!


“My Father wants to Have Sex with Me! I don’t know when this will ever end”, Martha cried.

Family rape is an issue commonly happening in our homes. This typically includes sexual activity between people in a consanguineous relationship (blood relations), and sometimes those related by affinity, such as members of the same household, step relatives, those related by adoption or marriage, or members of the same clan or lineage.

Incest is sexual intercourse or other sexual acts such as fondling, molestation, exhibitionism and sexual abuse, either physical or emotional, when it occurs between family members. It can affect both males and females and more than one member of the family can be abused.It is not, and should not be confused with, the normal physical affectionate contact which is essential in a loving family relationship.

We live with very close family relations who abuse our children daily and go unpunished.Most often the victims are beaten or killed if they would dare complain.They live under fear and are stigmatized  through out their life’s.They keep silent and at some level engage as something normal because of its cultural pervasiveness.The high unemployment and poverty-alcoholism rate in Cameroon is a root cause of incest in most families. Remember “an idle mind is the devils workshop”


MOHCAM is a nongovernmental organization where we strive to educate people and raise awareness against all sort of abuses geared towards women and girls.Most children in our community (Cameroon) are not looked upon as human beings capable of expressing their wishes and feelings. In Cameroon children are often spoken to as “do as you are told”.

Incest is a criminal act and must be punishable. If is not father, its mother, aunty or uncle, it’s a nephew or cousin. Incest is so rampant but no one talks about it. Our girls/boys are losing their virginity and abused.Some have had children out of this evil relationships and are frustrated in most communities.

Martha had come to the end of herself and felt that she should share her story with me, maybe I would know what to do.
Martha is a young girl of 16 whose father has been longing to have sex with her since she was 12.She has lived in fear and has not been able to share her story with any one.

As she told me her story I could see how desperate she was.
Her looks could tell how much she needed my help,

Tears were streaming down her face as she told me “I love my family and wouldn’t want my mother to be hurt and have problems with father. But father would stop bothering me. He wants to have sex with me or stops sending me to school”. She said something that touched my heart profoundly.

There was such a sadness in her voice, I could tell she was speaking from the depth of her being. It was the cry of her heart, her frustration, her inner war of values; she wanted to be free. She is not the only one going through such trials and tribulations. There are many young girls out there like Martha and they are in a dilemma.

Martha asked me, “What should I do? What can I do?
How can I survive and keep my family?
She doesn’t want to stop going to school,
Neither would she want to have sex with her father,
Or even tell mother or the police.
She loves her father and wants him to change.
She is confuse and needs your help too.


For security reason her names and identity have been changed and Martha is one of the girls in the picture. If you want to help Martha you could contact us through our email or call +23733051311.

The Challenges of Youth Unemployment: The Slaughtering and Skinning Of Chickens by Girls.

Do you slaughter and skin your chickens?


A group of young women age 18-25  have decided to render their services through the killing and skinning of chickens. This activity is carried out in the food market in Bamenda. When you buy your chickens these women help in slaughtering and skinning of the chicken for just a token of 300frances per chicken. They have volunteer  for the contribution and growth of our economy by offering their selfless services to other women while promoting the chicken business.

The rate of consumption of chickens in most communities today is very high.Most at times we consume the chicken from our homes, restaurants and occasions without bothering to knowing how and who is involved in the processing of the chickens to our tables. Many women are faced daily with the oddly of killing, skinning and cutting of  the chickens into the desired shapes.  Most women preferred  the men to help them in kitchens with the slaughtering and skinning of the chicken When they want to prepare their chickens.  In the old, in some traditions it was a taboo seeing a woman killing a chicken. The slaughtering and skinning of  chickens was believed to be a man’s job.It was strongly believed that when the men assisted their wives in the kitchens, this fostered  love,solidarity and family harmony. But today things have changed and most women are concerned and involved in the killing and cooking processing of chickens without the men. The killing, skinning and cutting of the chickens into shapes may sound easy. But so far we know that the process of preparation either by roasting or dipping in hot water, brushing off the feathers  and chopping of the chicken into pieces is not an easy task for most women.


Nchang and Bih are two Cameroonian girls who are struggling with the challenges of unemployment to feed their families daily in the mist of other young girl’s from the ages 18-25years. Nchang is i8 years old from Eshimbi village, married to a taxis driver and a mother of two girls. While Bih is 23years old from Bafut, married to a business man and she has three boys. They say, they have being in this business for one year and testify that it’s a profitable business. They confirmed that they make a maximum profit 10000-14000 FRS during festive periods. The young girls said they have a profit of 2000 FRS per week after playing their Njanji and daily saving contributions.They have decided to render their services through the killing or skinning of chickens. This activity is carried alongside with other women who sell the chickens in the food market in Bamenda. When you buy your chickens the women have girls with whom they work as collaborators when it comes to the processing of the chickens to our pots. The young girls love their jobs and are readily available for a token of 300frances per chickens. They volunteer their time for the contribution and growth of our economy by offering their selfless services to other women while promoting the chicken business. 


The devotion of Nchang and Bih has earned them  with many customers. The profit made may be small but to a greater extend their lives and families have been touched and transformed Many unemployed women and girls could be encouraged to join this business if developed by the government of Cameroon.The Councils  could provide a slaughtering houses and enough space for the chickens in the markets. They could also provide chicken plucking machines which will go long way to foster this industry and serve more women and time in the preparation chicken.

“Little drops of water may makes an ocean.if  We act together and learn from each other to engage with the shaping and empowerment of lives of women and girls”


Young Mothers On Strike!

There is a new phenomenon cropping in town where we now find young men from 25-35years carrying their children around instead of women. They move with these children to their business sites, restaurants and beer parlors.

One rainy afternoon, at about 2pm, I walked into a beer parlor at Ring Way Street-Bamenda, with a friend struggling to hide from the heavy rain pour. I realized some three men carrying young children ranging from the ages of about 1-4years. As we sat, I watched these men trying to keep their children calm while they were drinking and discussing. The oldest child was struggling to sleep in the arms of her father. She has being there since 12.30am when she had closed from kidder garden. The father had bought some food and fed her. Now it was time to sleep. The man was struggling to carry the child with a bottle of 33 Export in his left hand. I was curious to ask one of them what his child was doing in a beer parlor at 4pm when she should have been in the house resting after school.
The man replied Madam… levam so! My story long!
Then I asked if he could tell me.
He said his girlfriend had abandoned their baby when she was 6months old for green pastures in the South West Region.
Then I asked how old was his girlfriend and why she had abandoned her baby?
He replied that she was 20years and he had denied the pregnancy when she was pregnant. And did not prepare or buy anything for the child. The girl was maltreated by her parents who later assumed his responsibilities. So when the child was six month she came to visits him and left the baby on the chair in the parlor without a word. When he carried the baby he realized that it was his baby because he looked just like him, He said! I took the baby to my mother who refused to care for my baby because she has been sick and she is alone in the village.
So how old is your baby? I asked!
He replied 1year 9months.He concluded by saying he has being caring for him alone and taking him for antenatal. The baby was health but what will be the faith of this baby without his mother still alive?
The second man told me, his case was different because he was traditionally married and they had one child. He had invested and assisted his wife until she had learnt a hair dressing. He had opened her salon. Thing were moving fine but sudden she changed and they started having so much problems. She was coming back late and I got her beating so many times. She went and rented her own house. He said and I have tried to bring her back but to no avail. So I decided to raise my daughter so that she will never be like her mother. He said!
I asked if his wife was coming often to check on the child.
He accepted but said she could see her daughter but not take her.
Then I reminded him that the child has the right to live with the mother because she was too young to undergo such pain and trauma from their marital problems. Let him keep the child out of it.
I finally asked them if it was easy for them to raising those children without their mothers. They all accepted that they have suffered and they can’t manage the children. And that all mothers have a special role and obligations to care for children. There are some aspects in children which only the mothers can understand and handle. Take not that your mothers are not your nannies, they are also tired.!!!!!
NB: This goes to those who want to have children and run away from their responsibilities. Some of you just want to tell your friends you have children. Children which you don’t know how they are raised. But will come to claim them when they are matured and ignore to appreciate those cared for your children. Times have change the women will allow you with the children if you are irresponsible. So before you boys and men want to have children think well, these generational girls will abandon the babies to you. They no like suffer.
SO what do you think will happen to these young and innocent children who spent their time with their fathers in beer parlors?
Let’s all be responsible parents!