Life seemed to be ecstatic growing up as a kid and into a young adult. At age 19, I enrolled at the University of Buea graduating three years later with a Bachelors of Science degree. As a graduate, I was among the thousands who had earned degrees but could not find a job. I had gained my membership into “chôma-camp” a word coined from the French word “chômage,” meaning unemployment.
All efforts to make a living yielded no fruits. What was next? I wondered. Like millions of people, I gazed towards the north of Africa, with hopes and the desire to get to Europe to make a life and a name for myself.