Memories of Christmas in Cameroon · Global Voices
A good many Cameroonians based abroad love to remember the special moments they spent back home during the Christmas holiday. <PERSON> blogging at My African Father is one of them. This budding writer makes an interesting piece of her memories:
I am missing a dry, dusty Cameroon and the holiday season over there. It was always a magical time for me. My siblings and I would torture ourselves with excitement the days leading up to Christmas. We would wake up bright and early that day just to make sure the gifts were there. We would count them quietly, long before the household stirred. We would construct a deep foundation of resentment for those who got the lion's share of presents. We would cry injustice, then crawl back into bed and wait for things to unfold. “Maybe Brother has more gifts than me but mine will be sweeter gifts than his.” There was church on Christmas morning. If we could avoid it, we did, but if Father said it was necessary, then we were (at best) reluctant churchgoers. But the shiny dresses and shoes–the crisp, new Christmas outfits people wore–were always a delight. 926
And we wore ours, too, fresh from the Chinese bubble wrap or the Bamenda tailor's shop. Then the presents and the delicious food were kissed and adored with our eyes, fingers, and mouths.
Bamenda Babe was certainly touched by the singing from a group of kids caught on video by a VSO volunteer based in the town of Bamenda in her native Cameroon who blogs at Our Man in Cameroon. Below you can see the video that he posted on his blog:
In the comments section of that post, <PERSON> in Cameroon explains a bit more about the kids on the video:
….to clue you in the 2 kids on the right just turned up on that day, and the kid on the left isn’t around much – the rest of them are regulars at my door – where they knock and holler till the whiteman comes to play.
It’s beats a Christmas card anyway.
<PERSON> – the kid in the middle is <PERSON> – quite a little local superstar – despite having just turned 3 on the day I filmed this, she seems to be one of those kids that everyone loves.
I bumped into here, as I normally do, on my way to work this morning and she hugged me around the knees. She then waits till I walk 10 yards away and says bye, then another bye after another 10 yards – until she is hollering it into the distance.
I bought a load of tinsel for the VSO Xmas party so they’ve all had bits of it – that particular piece in the film was the last – they couldn’t decide which of them should keep it – so it was cut into 6 tiny pieces.
Have a good xmas everyone…
From another expatriate's blog in Mbingo, a village in the heart of Cameroon's North West Region, we get another point of view about the Cameroonian Christmas. <PERSON> of Mbingo Was its Name writes about the celebration at the local hospital in which she works:
And yesterday was the party of all parties! It was a combined Christmas celebration / retirement for 9 hospital employees, including our hospital administrator, the fathers of two of our anaesthetists, and the expat physio <PERSON> (here since 1973!). I went down to the kitchen at 7am to see how they could cook (over open fires) for 1000 people. People had been working since 5am, most of them as volunteers. My photos are all blurry because of the amount of smoke in the kitchen! One can only be impressed at what folks here pull off.
In Cameroon it is customary to have an after-party at the home of persons celebrating an event and <PERSON> recounts how she stepped into dancing mood:
There was another great party going on there – huge amounts of food (the women had been up til 3am cooking), and the venacular church choir members were singing their hearts out, with assorted drums and shakers audible from half a mile away. Once again I was ushered inside to greet <PERSON>, and have my coke – and when I went out, the dancing had begun. The singers were now dancing in a circle while the drummers were in the middle, and all the kids (some carrying infant siblings on their backs) were dancing in their own smaller circle in the middle. More and more people joined in, and finally one of the older expat women joined and pulled me in too. It was just so much fun – not much to it except moving your feet and going in a circle, but the atmosphere is what is delightful, just the sheer joy of being alive to recognize the goodness of God. These people really know how to celebrate, and we westerners can learn so much from them! 641