When 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 wou
By © Joyce Ashuntantang Anytime I shidon for this place All ting wey I di see na ya face Na for dis junction I be used to see ya heart; As I be want make we be You no be ever gree me I touch Ya own tightit be too much I go beg; loo
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I was about 14 years old when my father concretized the lesson on family bonds. It happened during the long holidays in Cameroon when students spend over three months at home, from June to September. True to my teenage self, I decided to sew a stylis
Book Title: My Journey Category: Non-Fiction (autobiography) Author: Teih Belinda Nungse Publisher: Page Publishing Inc. Publishing Date: 2019 My Journey by Teih Belinda Nungse is a detailed “no holds barred” memoir of
Joyce Ashuntantang, Ph.D.
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By Ekpe Inyang When the name I first heard Matched with plans of a great event In honour of a fallen Iroko Tree I saw in my mind’s eyes A lady in full display of grey hair Majestic look, pompous gait Imperious tone to announce Her place
Originally published in Summit Magazine Joyce_ashuntantaeduart When one talks with Joyce Ashuntantang, one is tempted to think she has lived for a hundred years. That is because Joyce has always been on the go. She has studied in Cameroon, Brita
By Dr. Joyce Ashuntantang, University of Hartford, CT And yes Maya Angelou will continue to rise from the ashes of history A new ancestral presence, visible to those who feel Yes, the earth will not confine her This Amazon, daughter o
By Joyce Ashuntantang The world got to know him as the gifted lead guitarist responsible for the “singing guitar” in Prince Nico Mbarga's hit song "Sweet Mother". His name also entered the psyche of a generation when Prince Nico Mbarga present
The beautiful painting hung on the wall. It was titled "Paradise Palms". We had to produce one exactly like that. Our coach, Katie explained how we were going to do that. I listened attentively but it just seemed an impossible task. I had never pain
There is a lot to like about Monique Kwachou’s “Rough Draft: From Reading to Writing” but I am enthralled by the defiance behind publishing a piece of writing labeled “rough draft”. That in itself is a critic of the writing process. After
Barbara Tah Gwanmesia celebrated author of Vasona's Secret is our guest in the Spotlight. A graduate of Journalism, International Relations and World Politics with a confessed avid yearning for an understanding of how the human mind works and mankind
Joyce Ashuntantang, Ph.D.
By Joyce Ashuntantang The world got to know him as the gifted lead guitarist responsible for the “singing guitar” in Prince Nico Mbarga's hit song "Sweet Mother". His name also entered the psyche of a generation when Prince Nico Mbarga present
The beautiful painting hung on the wall. It was titled "Paradise Palms". We had to produce one exactly like that. Our coach, Katie explained how we were going to do that. I listened attentively but it just seemed an impossible task. I had never pain
By Barbara Steinberger ( First published in
Any way you dice it, Dr. Bertrand Fote and Laura Ayuk-Takem’s wedding on Saturday, August 30th 2014 in Charlotte, North Carolina, was one for the books. I always knew Bertrand Fote’s wedding would be a multilayered event. Why? The young man is s
Well, 2014 has settled in, and I am back on my blog after a hiatus. Fortunately, I was able to connect with some of you via facebook. Truth be told, 2013 called for some emotional heavy lifting and I had to conserve my energy, but it is a new season
By Joyce Ashuntantang In life she had no biological children of her own but her death proved that she had used her voice to deliver a mammoth crowd that showed up at her wake yesterday at the Limbe municipal stadium. It is this crowd with persons
By Joyce Ashuntantang I have never been one for pets. I did not grow up with a dog or cat. Truth be told: I am scared of dogs. I have actually been bitten a couple of times by dogs. No pun intended. I am equally uncomfortable around cats; they lea
By Joyce Ashuntantang, Ph.D. Today, January 6th 2011, my cousin, Joan Bechem-Agbor Arrey, will start her final journey to her resting place in her husband’s village in Akak, Manyu
As I watched Larry King yesterday night, he kept asking this same question to all his guests: What does the inauguration mean to you? I have been trying to answer that question this morning. As a black person living in the United States at this t
By Joyce Ashuntantang, PhD “Okonkwo was well known through out the nine villages and even beyond. His fame rested on solid personal achievements. As a young man of eighteen he had brought honor to his clan by throwing Amalinze the cat”. Wit
