Blogs
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English 110 Draft: A Story about a Humanitarian Gone too Soon!
0For Victor Pungong, April 11th 1967- May 9th 2007 By Joyce Ashuntantang What you have heard is true. She stepped into my office cradling her folder in her bosom. Her pink boots oppressed the blue carpet on my office floor. My gaze caught her eyes off guard. “Yes Miss Sanchez, what can I do for you?” “Professor,…
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Tributes from family, friends and colleagues on occasion of Dr. J’s golden birthday
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Dr. Joyce Ashuntantang’s Birthday Celebration Part 2
0“Highlights of Part2 of Dr Joyce Ashuntantang’s Golden Birthday Celebration in New-York City. The First Part of the celebration was a sightseeing lunch cruise on the Bateaux, New York.”
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A Journey into Statelessness?
0Joyce Ashuntantang, Ph.D. I grew up speaking English in Cameroon. In fact, I was born into English and never considered it a foreign language. I was also born into Kenyang, the language of the Bayangs in Cameroon, and Pidgin English. I learnt all three languages at the same time and in the same house. However,…
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Two Poems in Kenyang at Hartford Loves Poetry Event- Connecticut, USA
0ASO (ASHUM): My Ancestral Home Aso, my ancestral home in Cameroon Aso, at the foot of Apiong[i] You are rooted in my heart Until the end of time. To forget Aso Is to forget the man who gave me life; It is to forget the blood that runs in my body. When I think of…
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For Junction Here: A Poem in Cameroon Pidgin English
0By © Joyce Ashuntantang Anytime I shidon for this placeAll ting wey I di see na ya faceNa for dis junction I be used to seeya heart; As I be want make we be You no be ever gree me I touchYa own tightit be too muchI go beg; look you with water for my…
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Forget-Me-Not
0When I was a child I measured my steps With bright flowers on the narrow Shortcuts to school. Two flowers I still remember: The sunflower at the start of my journey. It’s petals like the sun lit my way I touched it not for fear I would delay But for every “Forget-me-not” I stopped and…
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IN HIS SONGS, I FOUND MANY ACES I COULD KEEP!
0It will always be easy to remember when Kenny Rogers died. He died at 81 during the nightmarish days of the corona virus and the nightmarish war that continues to desecrate the place I call “home.” In announcing his death his publicist claimed, “His songs have endeared music lovers and touched the lives of millions…
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Book Review: My Journey by Teih Belinda Nungse
0Book Title: My JourneyCategory: Non-Fiction (autobiography)Author: Teih Belinda NungsePublisher: Page Publishing Inc.Publishing Date: 2019 My Journey by Teih Belinda Nungse is a detailed “no holds barred” memoir of the author’s life from the age of four to the present. The motivation for this memoir is clearly expressed in the introduction, “The need to encourage and motivate the…
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The Art of Braining
4By Joyce Ashuntantang On this Valentine’s day, I decided to honor some male poets of my youth. These are the boys and young men who composed all those beautiful monologues complete with performance in the name of “braining”. Braining, the way it is done in Cameroon can be rightly considered an art form. The English…
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Two Poems in Kenyang at Hartford Loves Poetry Event- Connecticut, USA
0ASO (ASHUM): My Ancestral Home Aso, my ancestral home in Cameroon Aso, at the foot of Apiong[i] You are rooted in my heart Until the end of time. To forget Aso Is to forget the man who gave me life; It is to forget the blood that runs in my body. When I think of…
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For Junction Here: A Poem in Cameroon Pidgin English
0By © Joyce Ashuntantang Anytime I shidon for this placeAll ting wey I di see na ya faceNa for dis junction I be used to seeya heart; As I be want make we be You no be ever gree me I touchYa own tightit be too muchI go beg; look you with water for my…
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Forget-Me-Not
0When I was a child I measured my steps With bright flowers on the narrow Shortcuts to school. Two flowers I still remember: The sunflower at the start of my journey. It’s petals like the sun lit my way I touched it not for fear I would delay But for every “Forget-me-not” I stopped and…
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A Journey into Statelessness?
0Joyce Ashuntantang, Ph.D. I grew up speaking English in Cameroon. In fact, I was born into English and never considered it a foreign language. I was also born into Kenyang, the language of the Bayangs in Cameroon, and Pidgin English. I learnt all three languages at the same time and in the same house. However,…
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English 110 Draft: A Story about a Humanitarian Gone too Soon!
0For Victor Pungong, April 11th 1967- May 9th 2007 By Joyce Ashuntantang What you have heard is true. She stepped into my office cradling her folder in her bosom. Her pink boots oppressed the blue carpet on my office floor. My gaze caught her eyes off guard. “Yes Miss Sanchez, what can I do for you?” “Professor,…
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Dr. Joyce Ashuntantang’s Birthday Celebration Part 2
0“Highlights of Part2 of Dr Joyce Ashuntantang’s Golden Birthday Celebration in New-York City. The First Part of the celebration was a sightseeing lunch cruise on the Bateaux, New York.”
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IN HIS SONGS, I FOUND MANY ACES I COULD KEEP!
0It will always be easy to remember when Kenny Rogers died. He died at 81 during the nightmarish days of the corona virus and the nightmarish war that continues to desecrate the place I call “home.” In announcing his death his publicist claimed, “His songs have endeared music lovers and touched the lives of millions…