“Am I cursed?” I asked myself once when things became super difficult for me when I returned home from a bitter stay abroad. One day, in a pool of my own tears, I undressed (all naked), locked in my little one room apartment paid by my aunt when I returned home. After a while, I could hear my son knocking at the door – he was back from school. I refused to open the door because I thought it was time for me to present myself and my problems to God, naked, the way He brought me in the World. I started gently, listing my problems – one after the other, gently crying, with my eyes focused to the ceiling, intended to be the heavens. I listed and listed, and yet I couldn’t remember some of my problems. …I peeped through the window and saw my son, Clinton, sitting on floor outside our house—“Sorry son,” I said to myself. “It’s time to make the strongest presentation of a life time to God almighty.” Oh yes, the gear increased as I listed on, asking God why so many troubles. I couldn’t hold back as I started crying aloud. …Then I heard my son knocking at the door hard “Mama, mama, please open the door. So you are inside? Please open it for me, what is happening?” he cried out from outside. As I heard him cry, I cried out even more. Shouting and asking God to change my story. …Then came a neighbor, who helped to console my son, knocking at the door too, asking me to open the door for Clinton. This story is a long one, let’s cut it short. I finally put on my dress and opened the door for my lovely son whose eyes were red from crying, and my neighbor who stood holding him by his side. I completed my presentation though. God is a miracle worker. If I don’t tell you, you will not know where I am coming from…life has not been a bed of roses for me. Now, ask me any question…I promise you that I will have a story to tell you, for Nakinti is a basket full of experiences! Which questions do you have? Is it about culture? I will tell you exactly how culture forced me to become a teenage mother. Yes, they said I had swine witchcraft. And those believed to have swine witchcraft cannot, I mean cannot bear children. Haha, I got pregnant to prove community wrong. Is it about relationships? Ask me, I have been a slave to one so many. Is it about seeking greener pasture abroad? Aha, I was there and I experienced first hand the vulnerability of African women in the diaspora. Is it about government of Cameroon? I have worked in the Women’s ministry and know exactly how useless the government service is. Is it about rural life? Hmmm, I was educated out of money made from subsistence farming. Is it about writing? I have written an unpublished semi-autobiography of life in the diaspora, and many other writings. Is it about friendships? I have one of the best girl friends on planet earth. One who stood by me during my difficult moments in life. One who prayed for me and broke barriers standing in my way. I have also had friends who helped to make some moments negatively memorable. Is it about intelligence? We are there! I was awarded best graduating female student in my department in 2005 upon graduation from the university. Funny enough, that was not a guarantee to employment. This forced to seek greener pastures outside. Is it about crying? I like this one, I am good at crying. My life has been full of tears. Note, not any more. So come on, what question do you have? Well, I came to discover that God is not a stupid God. He made me go through all that shit because he knew I was going to become a Voice of our Future, oh yes, He knew perfectly well. If you don’t experience it, you won’t really understand it, you won’t be able to fight it. Now watch my space guys, as I unravel the packages of experiences all through this VOF training. It is intended to make readers learn from my experiences, and nothing more. Now ask me, what questions do you have? Nakinti is a basket full of experiences!