Saker Baptisit College Golden Jubilee *_*


50 YEARS AGO...on January 29th 1962, my alma matta opened its doors to 36 girls and today is the top ranking all girl's boarding school in the Republc of Cameroon. Don't let anyone tell you differently. Be it in academics, the arts or athletics, Saker girls have a reputation in excelling in all that we do. This same spirit of discipline, sisterhood, self reliance and hardwork ethics has followed must of us into our lives post-Saker.
My two favourite principals ever! My Hardy :)  &  BoBo who had the task of serving as daddy to hundreds of emotional girls

Going to Boarding school is an experience that leaves a lifetime impact on you. You are forced to confront your worst enemy :thyself
You quickly learn things about yourself you never knew; your weaknesses, strengths and that you have the resilience to stick it through the hard times. I think that it is the best way to prepare teens and young adults to face the jungle (the real world).I will forever be grateful to my parents for giving me this gift: the opportunity to become a SAKER GIRL :) and I hope sometime in the future I can show and giveback to the school that has given so much to all of us who have walked through its gates.

Saker Anthem
1.Beyond the Buea mountain
From westcoast earthquake strand
Where Cam’roon’s solid fountain
Laid down their golden sand.
... Along Victora’s Ambas Bay
Is found the Saker College
Where girls who seek for knowledge
Are all striving to reach.

 2. On the 29th of January in 1962
36 Cam’roon youngsters
Were led to Saker Hill.
Their nervous trepidation
Became a joyful thrill
In the hearts of those first-comers
A joy that warms them still.

 3. The Baptist Girls’ Secondary School
Was the first name for our school.
The West Cam’roon Christian College
Was the name that followed next.
Today Saker Baptist College
Is the name our college bears
For God’s Word to our Cameroon
Alfred Saker strove to bear.

 4. Geography and math’matics are subjects we employ
Domestic science and physics are others we enjoy
English Language and History
Music to praise the Lord;
Literature, Bible, Chemistry, French Language from abroad.

 5. With the help of God’s almighty hand
We’ll strive to face the world
For unity and sisterhood
We Saker students strive
Be we coastland, midland, upland
We Saker girls are one.
With the help of tutors through we’ll strive
And the battle will be won.
Salvation! Oh, Salvation!
SBC girls proclaim
For in our jubilation
All tribal rites disdain.

 Some of my CLASS OF 1996 mates:) in limbe,cameroon for the jubilee celebration

G96-UK edition represented and celebrated from abroad

Awww class of 2011..the freshmeat . So young so much to be learned down the road
Gangsters aka my elders. They started while i was just getting pooped out by ma mama

You cannot talk about SAKER without mentioning our ABLE & CAPABLE Mr Francis (cook), Mr Fawoh (handyman) & Mr Ekema (bursar)

And I?....was chez moi with an emo-meter oscillating from West to East celebrating solo, thinking its been 10 yrs since i left the school and stalking facebook for pictures on the 3 day weekend celebration wishing i was in cameroon in warm summer weather and not Boston. There is NO PLACE LIKE HOME amongst your people

Disclaimer:Clearly am in Boston not Limbe so ALL of the pics except for the last one...duh...where taken from friends' facebook pictures

¿Hablas español?

The drama in america about Spanish being the unofficial language of the country is getting heated especially with;
- the elections coming up
- Arizona immigration laws
- US-Mexico borders Immigration laws

 English is the official language of the United States of America. Just as French is the official language in some countries, and Chinese in china and Japanese in japan and Russian in Russia and German in Germany and so forth

I do not condone or support the racial implications/insults some people attach to this debate like Newt Gingrich calling Spanish "the language of growing up in a ghetto".

HOWEVER, i do believe that immigrants from Spanish speaking countries should make the same effort other non-english speaking foreigners are making...example...those from the continent of Asia/Africa/ LEARN ENGLISH.

I maybe wrong but from my observations....I feel like some not all but SOME Spanish speaking immigrants make no effort to learn English. They feel entitled that the american government should instead spend our tax payers money to teach people Spanish so we can communicate with them.

Americans should not be penalized whether as a business or a worker looking for a job because they cannot speak Spanish or do not have documents/signs interpreted to accommodate Spanish speaking individuals.

That is ridiculous.

Secondly, I agree that Spanish should be offered in schools as a foreign language. However priority should not be given to Spanish over learning Latin, German, Chinese or whatever other languages there are out there.

I have seen many foreigners take additional English classes or hire tutors or studied on their own just to improve their English

Given that there are plenty Africans in America, maybe we too should start asking the government to provide translators and resources in our different African languages. Wait I wont even go that far, as a french speaking African, maybe we should get the government to put more resources to accommodate french speaking Americans.

When you travel to a foreign land, you buy a dictionary so you can learn to communicate with the people of that land. You do not go up to them and demand they speak your language.

Plus I feel sorry for other immigrants who had to learn English to intergrate into the american system. Now they with the rest of the america has to learn Spanish. I wonder if they have any resentment on this...Even though am an immigrant, I grew u speaking English, french and Arabic so i didn't have to learn english coming here but now i gotta learn Spanish in other to be competitive in the business and health care industries. Sigh

Now I'm going to play devil's advocate

Despite everything I have said above...if research and statistics show that the spanish-speaking communities are a business and consumer for to be reckon....then they DO HAVE A BARGAINING Spanish speaking programs, to accommodate them. The number one rule in business is THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT

It's no longer a choice. I need to learn spanish
Next thing you know i'll be typing this blog in  espano l ^_^

Adiós Amigo

Reflecting on my Birthday

I love that my birthday is in the beginning of the new year. Because not just am i reflecting on the new year but I am also reflecting on being another year older :/ and as usual, going through my goals to see if i achieved them all.

As much as I place emphasis on setting goals for myself...i never do them with reference to my age. Instead I make goals based on what i have going on at the moment and what I would love to do in the future.

So this year's birthday  felt weird for me.
I didn't know what to make of it.
It's the beginning of the new year.
I just recently moved to a new city.
I am not in school
I am working

 So what to do?

While in Atlanta for a relative's traditional wedding I started wondering......should i set age related goals? ...

-when to have a baby?
-try to maintain a serious relationship?
-marriage ?

    But then it hit me. 
I shy away from things are out of my control .Most of the above require the participation of another person   to be successful. I cant force anyone to love me. I cant be in a loveless relationship because of a "biological ticking time bomb" . I definitely cannot blackmail anyone into marrying me.

Yes I will love to have all those things but unlike career goals affairs of love and relationships have no mathematical formula.

So this year, I celebrated my birthday, not by thinking about what needed to be achieved but by simply being thankful that I have lived to see another year, another day.

Last year we lost too many young adults. Through accidents and sickness. Individuals in their early and mid twenties. Many of whom just graduated or where about to graduate and finally start on the path to living the life they had worked so hard to achieve.

Thinking about them  put things into perspective.

Irrespective of what i have done or not done so far in my least i have been given another chance while many have not.

My birthday wish for this year is to take advantage of this gift of life . To do whatever it IS that makes me Happy.

To stop wasting my time with relationships that do not add a + value to my life

Assalaam Alaikum 

Question of the Day 1/12/2012

How come there is not alot of literature out there from MEN to other MEN about treating their women right? Yet so many women feel entitled to "educate" other women about how to treat a man...

This attitude is typically from the lady with the "new" bf or newly wed and etc.
All of a sudden they feel the need to pass on wisdom that their new relationships have miraculously endowed on them. I hate the perception that a man's character whether good or bad is never a reflection of him alone but is always attributed to how the women in his life treat him. They are not animals with no sense of directions. They can think for themselves. They do have...and make the choice to either act like a gentleman or not.

Irrespective of gender, some people are just jerks despite all the love and "respect" you show them.

My Front Yard's Back Yard

One of my favourite pass times is going to the park across the street from my home and getting lost in the beauty and scenery. Every visit is a new and unique experience. A lake tucked away in the middle of now where, hills for my suicide sprints work outs, a soccer + football + softball + baseball + lacrosse fields hidden behind the ever green and running trails for those days I just want to get lost in my thoughts.

Recently I decided to show my brother one of my newly found treasures at the park. A hill with the view of Boston! From the ground point one could never imagine the existence of this hill. Surrounded by graveyards, ball parks and lanky trees, you could never imagine that this huge hill exists in this park. But as I said before, parks always have little treasured tucked away for the inquisitive nature lover to find.

After over half an hour of climbing with my brother cursing and regretting his decision to follow this old hag who seemed to have forgotten the trails, we finally made it to the top!

And may I say, he was pleasantly surprised that having lived here for over 5 years, he was not aware of this location.

Later on, I ran across a post on ...which made me think about the times I spent at the park.

Green Nation I

Spring was here. We the children seeds all felt it. Locked beneath the soil surface for the cold months of winter, we each had plotted our strategies and revenge for the next cycle of life. There was no total victory in the struggle in each round, just winners and losers, honor and disgrace. And the result of each cycle fight depended massively on time, chance, and how wily each plant species could be. I was regarded as the rightful king, but that meant nothing to my scheming cousins. In fact, being the king just meant you were the one everyone tried to topple. A most tiresome occupation but what could I do? This was my destiny. Thrust upon me by millions of years of natural selection, pushed onto me from multiple thousands of my predecessors before me. I was the acorn, the oak-apparent.
There could not be any waiting for the soil to soften. We broke ground at the first possible chance, little saplings reaching for the sun in the immortal race for survival. As the acorn I grew among the fastest, interlinking roots with my siblings for strength and playing my politics well with the other creatures of our habitat. The insects found me welcoming as usual. I was the prime choice for raising their eggs to larvae, then pupae then adult butterflies, moths, roaches, grasshoppers and all what not. Did they know I inflicted a weak poison to keep them from their intended plan for world domination in the next thousand millennia? I think not. If they did, they might take their young elsewhere. But I needed them here. To attract the birds who would pick off majority of the infant worms for food and give me the chance to spread my seed far and wide in their feathers. All this while, I reached for the forest top, not looking back, establishing myself once more as king of the English forest in record time. This was already taken for granted by everyone and thus was no new source of pride. The crucial battles of pride lay just ahead.
The rattan sneered at my straight, unwavering growth toward the heavens. He preferred a more twisted path and waited for me to establish my domain and water and food supply network. He did not take me on directly, but went first for my immediate younger sibling a safe distance away. (Though we were all royal, I was given respect among my siblings as the one to have the last say on decisions affecting our survival as a species). I watched in pain as my brother ignored Rattan’s first feeble attempts to wrap his arms around his sturdy stem. Did he realize that those half-hearted attempts were just reconnaissance missions to develop antidotes against the poisons we oaks were feared for? I think not, for I observed the youthful arrogance with which he brushed off Lord Rattan’s wily advances. But when the time came, the wry thorny tendril-hands of Rily Rattan wrapped round the young arrogant oak’s trunk and held fast, adding a climbing loop each month as my brother fought back in futility with all the toxins known to the oak family.
Rattan formed no leaves in the early stage of his conquest, drawing solely from the resources of the supple oak. However, near the crest of the forest treeline he put out his wicked leaves as triumphant sign that the days of dependence on his host were numbered. I knew this was true and mourned my brother’s young foolishness. The memories locked in my subconscious by my preceding king oaks were the reason I was king and not he. Still it was painful to watch as my brother’s stem was strangled, mangled and ruthlessly dispatched by the wiles of the grasping climber-pretender. Within decades, the oak was dead, and Rattan’s hollow, circular profile was the sole negative evidence of the greatness that was once an oak. But Rattan would not stop there. He set his sights on another fair oak to maintain his greedy appetite, which he could not sustain on his own – my sister Laila.
I chose not to stand by this time. My subjects would be manipulated to fight for me, for the oaks. I summoned the fungi from my root network to work their damage from below while the slave orchids would float their misty seeds up to the vulnerable tendrils of the Rattan usurper. I hoped when they got to the destination of their errand they would not be diverted by the superior sweetness of my sister instead of suffocating the enemy. Well, I had my backup plans if that scenario presented itself. I was king after all. But Rattan would grow stronger if he kept falling over from one strangled oak to the next, and when his confidence was great enough he would come for me. Then it would be up to me to defend the last shreds of our dignity. It was the king’s burden.
The battle was on for my sister’s existence already. The wild orchids displayed angry patterns of bloom right at the tips of Lord Rattan’s budding shoots. He allowed them grow unhindered but diverted supplies of water from their growth spouts. They sprang up in premature glee and soon learned the bitter lessons of biting the scrawny shoots that fed them. Exposed to the harsh summer sun, they withered even faster than they had grown. For the poisonous fungi, Rattan deployed his anti-cellulose poisons. The fool didn’t care that these little subversionists were neither plant nor animal and would not be affected by such mean weapons. The final victim was my sister ironically. She fell to these poisonous toxins intended for the fungi at her root base and began to die faster than Rattan could have killed her. To all appearances, she looked healthy right up to the end of the second year after the attack, when she suddenly came to an end, suddenly succumbing to a disease for which she had no answer. So it happened that by sending my minions against Lord Rattan, I had only sped up the death of the sister I sought to protect. These marks on my conscience were silently recorded for posterity, to be added to the annals of wisdom for the next oak king. Yes, I was already thinking of the time after my demise. It was the king’s burden.
The swift death of Laila worked in my favor in an unexpected way. Rattan’s confidence was now cocky and careless as he turned his sights on me, seeking to topple me as king of the English forest. This was premature because his short stay on Laila had not allowed him gather the necessary resources to put up a good fight. I wasn’t planning to win this fight in any obvious way. The results of my strategy would come to light in the next generation, where they would be praised after my passing to the glorious annals of the oakdom.
While Rattan extended his taunting tendrils to my branches I silently began the massive acorn shedding that would ensure the dominance of the next generation of oaks. I would be bowing out without a fight but winning in the biggest possible way. The war, not the battle, was important. My friend the Mountain Ash was cooperative. Having grown side by side (tens of metres apart in human measurements) since we were young aspirants for stardom, we had retained our bond over the centuries. He was always the faster grower, caring nothing for stability and honor as I did, fighting no one along the way, and reaching greater heights faster than I did. When I eventually caught up, he had already begun tiring of sustaining his massive height with his hastily but poorly developed root base and was ready for the thrill of the next life cycle. Rather than topple and fall in disgrace, he subscribed to my plan for a new world. The plan was not new to me (the memories of my fathers had served me well) but to him it was a novelty. His loss of memory with each generation made this ancient, time-tested strategy an exciting new adventure for him. And so my plan was perfected.
The flammable oils were stored in Ash’s bark and stem for the next twenty years. He became the standing incendiary waiting for the slightest spark to trigger the massive forest fire that would wipe out the entire kingdom, save the new children seeds that would begin the new life world after the next autumn – winter – spring cycle. Of course Rattan was gloriously unaware of this plot, thinking I had surrendered when I allowed him wrap his thorny arms around my trunk and branches, without fighting back with my oak poisons. And so he grew and squeezed tighter, not bothering to invest in seeding, thinking he would reign supreme after the oaks had been put under total humiliation and subjection. Pfft! The oaks did not get through millennia of dominance by such wilted reasoning.
The bright autumn day finally presented itself. The dried undergrowth and leaves at the forest floor were ready and waiting for the spark that would cause the meltdown of life as we knew it. The shattered bottle piece to concentrate the sun rays at the point of ignition had been adequately positioned for this very moment. The Mountain Ash was ready to supply the fuel to blaze through the entire forest and leave no trace of plant life. We would not die. We would be reborn as seeds, only without Rattan’s evil spawn. When the fire spark began, he was the most troubled of all the forest inhabitants. His impending win was being cancelled by this ultimate referee that cared not for distinction or name in its mindless destruction. Of course, I was the reason behind this madness but he would know only at the last possible second. While all the plants and trees cried in anguish I remained silent and resolute. I had saved the last acorn for now. As the new oak-apparent, he had to have as many memories from this life as possible, up to the very last possible moment. It was only when I let him drop that Rattan finally realized what had been going on for the last twenty years. Nay, hundreds of years, if the thoughts in my mind were included. The fires engulfed our entwined bodies as we writhed in pain from the heat of the flames. It felt strange to burn to death. It was calming, torturing, welcoming. As for Rattan, having no previous life memories made this the worst possible torture he had ever experienced. He writhed all the way down to the bitter end. His last wry smile of acknowledgement of my wisdom and the greatness of my clan species was all I needed to be satisfied that this fight for the rulership of the English forest had been totally worth it.
The End.


 I haven't been able to go recently because of the cold weather and ice. However, I do know that the next time I visit, I will have these words in my heart for they have completely transformed the way i view trees.

Facebook Q & A #72150

Q: Nana Mr.Kingdoms PokuAfrica ask yourself this…What happens when the resources are finished?

Ma reponse: 

my biggest fear is that once USA and europe is saturated..which 
they seem to be heading that is the new market...and my biggest 
fear is the will become developed but too expensive for 
africans themselves due to treaties and contracts conducted by our selfish 
presidents that are not in favour of the commoners...

I see an increase in immigrations out of the 
continent while the wealthy westerners flock in , running away from their 
polluted and destroyed economies....

things are fine...we already see it now...atleast in cameroon I see it and in 
jamaica...when i visited...all the good places and neighborhoods have more 
foreigners than locals living in those areas...while the people continue to can so much wealth and poverty coexist?

Eya Times are hard

 The niajah fuel subsidy chronicles

 Car Cholesterol

Asking the lord to change water in petrol

 Maybe this is the motivation all those innovative and "outside the box" thinkers need to get it cracking on inventing a car that runs on water. The downside i guess is..petrol companies will loose a huge market. That is probably why they are not heavily invested in finding that solution.
 Upgraded security for the gas tank

Once again men thinking the solution is in the phallic*

Pictures courtesy of BellaNiaja

Republican Party hoop-lah

Politics in this country (USA) is not boring at all. 

It's like these

republican candidates forgot their speeches and remarks are 

on tape and video. 

On the condom thing......i do agree......i think 

pple are using the excuse of condom to have rampant 

premarital sex.

Just like how people are abusing the use of

 plastic surgery now.

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