I say “Thank you Mother of Hope Cameroon”



My name is ACHENG EMMA NGEI, a 20 years old girl from a family of four who happens to be the product of a broken marriage. My parents separated when I was six years-old. After the divorce, both parents remarried. We could not live with either parent, because their different spouses were not in agreement.

However, thank God we were lucky enough to still have our kind-hearted and loving maternal grandmother who took it upon herself to take care of us and send us to school. The contributions from both parents were very minimal and hardly ever came as often as the need arose. My grand mum wanted to see me through secondary school, but could not due to ill-health and financial constraints. Thank God my prayers were answered; my mother’s eldest brother came to my rescue. On one of his visits to my grand mum, he decided to take me out of the village along to town, where I lived with him and he sponsored my secondary education.

Unfortunately, in my fourth year in college, my uncle fell sick and passed away a week later. I was left stranded in the middle of nowhere with nobody to turn to. I was then forced to move in with my mother’s younger sister who happened to live in that town as well. When I moved in with her, she made it clear that the most she could do was to house me but she could not sponsor my education nor cater for any of my other needs as she also had two daughters to take care of (whom she had had out of wedlock). I was left stranded in the middle of nowhere with nobody to turn to at the time.  I then started doing some petty-trading every evening after school to enable me raise money to pay my fee and cater for my needs. This business helped me see myself through secondary and high school where I obtained my Ordinary and Advance level General Certificate of Education. During all these difficulties I neither knew nor heard anything from my father or any member of his family. I could no longer continue to live with my aunt as she made the place hell for me, neither could I enroll into a university because there was nobody to support me. I was then taken in by a kind and generous member of the local church who heard my story. I lived with her while, working as a sales-girl at a textile shop for one year in order to raise money to enroll in a university the following academic year.

As a sales girl with my savings and the help of my new sponsor, I was able to enroll in a university the following year. Due to the long distance from house to school, I had to squat with a friend who was already in her final year. At first I counted myself blessed! but along the way, it was not as easy as I thought, I was in another phase of life, worse than I could imagine. Living with that friend, I was tossed around like a football.  Sometimes, she sent me out of the house because her boyfriend was visiting. I could not study when I wanted to, whenever I woke up at night to study, she told me to turn off the light because I was disturbing her sleep, I even slept on the floor while she slept on the bed alone. Life was so frustrating and uncomfortable. I was so traumatized psychologically but had no other option than to persevere.

During this rough academic year  I was blessed enough to get close to my secondary school teacher Adah Mbah who happens to be the CEO and founder of Mother of Hope Cameroon (MOHCAM). Being the kind, caring and loving person she is, and her strong desire to help the needy, and stand up for the rights of the girl child, she listened to my story and counseled me. MOHCAM decided to help me get a comfortable place of my own, which enabled me to study without inconveniences. This organization has linked me to a donor who has offered to pay for my rent for this academic year.

I will forever remain grateful and thankful to Mother of Hope Cameroon (MOHCAM).

         I will forever remain grateful and thankful to Mother of Hope Cameroon (MOHCAM).

                                    I say “Thank you Mother of Hope Cameroon”



My name is Melisa Elise Kijung and I am seventeen years old. I was born in Banso. When I was two years old my aunt from Kumba came and took me so I lived with her in Kumba and schooled there as well. I grew up with my aunt and although she was very strict I had everything I needed.

When I reached form three my aunt died. All the while I was living with her I thought she was my biological mother. On the day of her burial one of my other aunts showed me another woman who she was my real mother. I got angry and did not wish to talk to anyone. Later after the burial ceremony my real mother left and I never saw her again.

So I went back to school and stayed with my other aunt who took me in after the death of the woman I who I thought was my mother. Unfortunately for me this aunt of mine sent me out of her house just around the first term of that same school year. Luckily for me, one of my uncles there took me back to the village and he left me with my maternal grandmother. That was when I lived close by to my real mother but I did not feel any motherly love from her and I felt so uncomfortable living with her due to her life-style. She had seven children with seven different men.

I continued my education in the village. When I completed form four my uncle stopped paying my fees. So I became frustrated not having any clothes, food or money to take care of myself. I was left with no choice but to work as a nanny or house-help for people. That still didn’t work for me because every time, after working for a while, when it was time for them to pay me they would frame me with all sorts of stories just so that they wouldn’t have to pay me. Then they would send me out of their house. I became even more frustrated and none of my relatives were willing to sponsor my education.

I left the village again and stayed in Mutengene with a doctor for ten months. When I went back to the village the doctor sent 50,000 FRS to my uncle to give me but my uncle did not give me the money. He instead told me that the doctor had spoiled the money (made incantations on the money) before giving it to me. At that particular point I nearly committed suicide but I had to accept it all and move on. My grandmother had no one to take care of me. My so-called biological mother abandoned me and I did not know where she was.

I decided to go to Yaoundé and stay there for three months. One of my aunts called and I went back to the village and stayed with her. But there in her house I thought I was in hell. The treatment she gave me was too much for me to bear. Things became worst when I started learning a petit trade with my cousin’s wife. My aunt started demanding money from me which I didn’t have.

I had to go back to Yaoundé where I stayed with a woman taking care of her child. So one day the woman seized my phone for no reason claiming that I could not call anyone again because they would only distract me.

One fateful morning, my sister whom I grew up with, called to tell me that my aunt from the USA wanted to a talk to me. When she took the phone she and was crying telling me how she had heard about what I had gone through. She asked me to go back to Bamenda and choose any school that I wished to go to. From there she started paying my fees, clothing me and feeding me as well.

Since then I have lived like any other teenager. Things are now moving well for me. I lost my mom and despite all that I went through she is still my mom and I thank God for her. In the mist of all these tough times I was fortunate enough to meet Mommy Adah Mbah the CEO and founder of Mother of Hope Cameroon [MOHCAM] who took the time to listen to my story.

She comforted me encouraged me and gave me hope for a better tomorrow.

She gave me counseling which made me to see a silver lining in my dark cloud.



My name is Blessing Fungwa.I am 16years old and an upper sixth year student of GBHS down-town Bamenda. I lost both parents when I was young and had to move in with my grand uncle and his family. My stay with them has never easy as my uncle is a very troublesome and quarrelsome person. He insulted his wife in the presence of his children. This is because she is unemployed and stays at home. Sometimes, he refused to provide money for food but expected that his wife would serve him food on the table by the time he gets home from work. He is fun of picking quarrels with everybody at home, and will hardly ever smile. The atmosphere is always so tense when he is at home.

With time, I realized that his attitude affected us emotionally and we were in constant fear. This trauma is affecting my performance in school and I am always afraid make a mistakes. So I needed to talk with somebody who would understand my predicament. Fortunately for me I was able to talk to Mrs. Adah Mbah who listened to me, understood me and opted to help.MOHCAM visited my home and talked with my guardians, explaining to them how the violence at home affects the children psychologically and how they feel unsafe being in that home. The intervention of MOHCAM was very helpful and we noticed some changes. Even though the changes have been gradual we feel more comfortable than before. I can now concentrate on my studies now as I have a conducive environment at home wish I never had before. I hope can be able to reach my dreams of becoming a banker or an accountant in future.

Thank You Mother of Hope Cameroon



My name is Kimbeng Edith, I am 35 years of age and a mother of three. I got married at the age of 24 and bore three children. We rented an apartment in town. Somewhere along the line my marriage started having problems as my husband was always out of the home and failed to contribute to house-hold upkeep. I later learnt from a friend that he was having an affair with another woman. However, I decided to give a deaf ear to the rumors. Later on I noticed that he was gradually moving some of his belongings out of our house and I confronted him but he denied it and insisted that I was causing trouble. A few months later, he finally moved out of the house and moved in with the ’other woman’. After demanding on several occasions that he provide the money for the rent, he demanded that I and the kids move into a one room house. Despite resistance from me, we were thrown out by the landlord and I moved back into my parents’ house with the children. No financial assistance of any sort came from him for years. I managed to get a job as a cook in a restaurant where I am paid 50,000 FRS monthly, which is barely enough to provide all the kids the school needs. Due to the pressure mounted on him by me and my family, he decided to take one of the children but sent him to live with his parents in the village without notifying me. I received word from the village that the child was living under poor conditions. I went over to see things for myself; he was sleeping on the floor, was neglected and had rashes all over his body. I took him back to town and to the hospital where we were admitted for one week. During this week we neither saw nor heard from the father even after notifying him.

My husband later declared that because I had gone ahead and drawn his son from his parents without his permission he had washed his hands of me and the children. It has been so tough for me to cope with our expenses from my meager salary coupled with delays in getting payed. Luckily for me, I got to meet Mrs. Adah Mbah, CEO and founder of Mother of Hope Cameroon to whom I explained my situation. She was able give me some financial assistance which enabled me to pay for the children’s fees and prepare them for school. I am therefore grateful to this organization for thinking of helping women who find themselves in precarious situations like mine.

I am therefor grateful to this organization for thinking of helping women who find themselves in precarious situations like mine.Thank you and God Bless You.


Thank You MOHCAM

I want to thank you for the washable sanitary pads which you gave us. I am very happy for this gift because I have never used it before. Thank you for this opportunity. God bless you.

Safratou Suleman


Thank You MOHCAM

We thank you for the sanitary pads you have given us today. We thank you very much and may God give you the grace to provide more.

                                                                                                          Thank you for everything

                                                                                                                   Maryam and Aisha