My journey to World Pulse: Forever in my memory

Wao! It is yet another opportunity given me to share another story…
My journey to World Pulse was a long-long but interesting journey; a journey that I embarked on not knowing where I was actually going to. It was a crazy journey, so to say, but I finally got there. This brings back the memories of the unique and important role of web 2.0. Web 2.0 was the invisible guardian angel, that led me through the tedious journey to the wonderful Kingdom of World Pulse; the land of true sisterhood.
Here is my story.
I thought traveling abroad was the best way to seek ‘greener pastures.’ Little did I know that the pastures weren’t as greener as I thought. In 2009, I returned to Cameroon after a near-to-hell 2 years spent abroad. A life characterized by no jobs due to inappropriate documents.
Do you know what lack of job meant in a far off land where I had no other relative except me? It meant:
- No money for rents and bills, food, clothing
- No money to pay back accumulated debts incurred because of my travel
- No money to process documents
- No money to come back home
- No money, no money, no money, no money.
I then found myself back in Cameroon, no material resources to start a new life. But at least I came back with one very important resource; my education, and another acquired life skill, little computer knowledge. Those were the last 2 assets I had left with me.
Hmmm…those assets…great! With nothing doing upon my return, I spent my whole life, with every little money that friends and family gave me, in cyber cafés, googling, searching, applying, and subscribing to all the sites that I stumbled on. I turned the cyber space upside down, looking for an online or offline opportunity in training, internship, volunteering and what have you.
Then on a memorable day, one of the cites that I subscribed in sent a message to my box on an online journalism opportunity available. Without wasting time, one click, I was on that page and click-click, I submitted my application as usual. Surprisingly, I got this job after about 6 months. Then came the need to acquire some training in journalism to add to that which my media house was giving me…the searching and clicking continued. As inquisitive as I am, I contacted one of my new journalist colleagues in Liberia, and she asked me:
“Do you have any journalism experience, or did you read journalism in school?”
My reply was a big NO.
And then she asked
“Do you know World Pulse?”
It was another NO
Finally she told me that I have missed the 2012 VOF application by one week, but she encouraged me to visit it and be a part of it. Behold, I felt bad. I did not lose hope.
Without wasting time, I logged into World Pulse and created my journal. I can never forget the warm welcome given me by women of diverse origins and backgrounds. I will never forget the wonderful contributions that I read from thousands of my sisters in World pulse.
Above all, I will always remember the INNER PEACE that I get whenever I communicate with my sisters in this wonderful Kingdom called World Pulse.