The broke Birthday Boy, Valentine’s Day and Other Mountain Tales

Just sayin’

Hey! How are you? 🙂 
I hear February is the month of love…pssh…whatever. I think every month is. And like every good Aquarius, I spent most of February (including my birthday) in my head.
Before I embark on a two-week forced offline mode –I hate school-I would love to share my month so far with you. Let me know how yours went…m’kay?
The Legend of the Broke Birthday boy
I turned 25 on the 8th of February. When I tell you my buddy Ewea had to remind me to set my birthdate on Facebook( yep, sometimes I wonder with whom I share my brain) I mean it. As soon as I did, birthday wishes started flooding my timeline. I guess without Facebook, I would have only my parents and my siblings (and 2 friends) say ‘Happy birthday dumbass!’
Poor egomaniac me. I guess I am not that important after all.
Thanks, Mr. Zuckerberg, for making that clear.
Anyway, it was a Sunday and I had my radio programme to attend in the afternoon. I had no intention of going out or whatever. 1st of all because I had no money and 2nd…because I HAD NO MONEY DAMMIT!  
I share the same birthdate with my brother. We were lucky this 2015 because one of our cool cousins took us out the night of the 7th and we had…quite some fun I must admit.
But that, my dear friend, is another story.
I am broke. What is the difference between being broke and being poor? Broke is temporary, poor is …well…not so temporary.
So, Sunday afternoon I ask my brother:
“So…dude…what’s the plan? Sharwarma(Bread with meat, potatoes chips and other soothingly harmful components)?
He smiles: “Are you buying?”
I’m like: “ Whaaaaaat?! I’m broke dude!”
“LOL( seriously, he LOLed) welcome to the club”.
And that was it.
I spent the day preparing for the programme. My dad called. My sisters had called the day before from boarding school. That’s the most we do in our family. We’re not (yet) the gift types. Looking back, one of the best gifts I had ever received was from my girlfriend at the time in 2010. She sent me money to organize a birthday party with a couple of friends. That was really cool. Thanks again Queenter. It’s been a while since we spoke and I know I owe you a lot. (P.S: I also know why you called me on the 7th of February. Thank you :)) 
Now, here’s why my 25th birthday rocked with neither a party nor money; do you remember how more than two weeks ago I met a girl? Yep. That was not just a poem. I really, really, REALLY met a girl. Well, guess what?
I love my new shirt. 
I Don’t Believe in Valentine’s Day
Please, don’t try to convince me oh! Let me explain. First of all, this is not a philosophical statement intended to spark decades of debates ending in a debacle for any one proponent. I just don’t think we, as a species, need to set a day aside to celebrate love. I think every day we should! Sooner or later, we all die-fact. So, do I really need to wait for the 14th of February to tell my girlfriend/boyfriend/mom/dad or whoever that I love them?
 I don’t think so. Then again, I am usually wrong.
I love you. Yes, you reading this because your time is precious, and you chose to read this post. I love you for that. Thank you.
So, like I was saying, I don’t believe in Valentine’s day for the simple reason that I won’t wait for a single day to do what I want which is (among other things like eat ice-cream in my room with just my underwear)  let the people I love and care about know that I love and care about them.
Wait…I forgot someone…I have to call Tsi now….gimme a minute.
Oh wait…I can’t my ol’ Blackberry just froze.  Maybe she (I am convinced my phone is a lady) is pissed because I did not wish her a happy Valentine’s Day.
She doesn’t read my blog I guess.
I spent my Valentine at home. All day. I watched ‘The Grand Budapest Hotel‘ and ‘Interstellar‘(great movies by the way, If you haven’t watched them, I suggest you do).  Then, I ‘tried’ to study. ‘Tried’ because I ended up reading the Y-combinator startup guide as usual( If you love startups, this is a must read. Download here) At least, my sunshine came in the evening when my girlfriend dropped-by.  While seeing her off, I noticed the couples craze on the streets of Molyko. Man! These dudes (and er…’dudettes’) really worship this Valentine’s Day. For the record, I also have issues with Christmas and other holidays as a whole. Don’t take this personal. You have a right to believe whatever you want(er…as long as you don’t hurt me…please). 
My girlfriend knows this and she hasn’t attempted to kill me.
Of Mountains and Men
I study at the University of Buea at the Foot of Mount Fako, the highest peak in west and central Africa. This year, the annual Buea Mountain race took place on the Valentine’s day. I have no idea who won the race. Did I mention I am a journalism major? Yep. I have no idea and I am supposed to know ‘everything newsy’.
That elucidates how uninterested I am in the race enterprise. I, however, have plans to get to the top of the said mountain next month.
Yes. You read right. I have been in Buea for 7 years and I have not been able to do that. 2015 is my year. My buddy Alex told me it was a near death experience. I am not into the adrenaline rush thing, but when he did, I almost had a brain orgasm. I MUST EXPERIENCE THAT COLD UP THERE!
I started my endurance training and had to pause for exams. As soon as I’m done, I’ll resume. You will definitely read of my experience and with graphic detail. 😀
So, there you have it. A few highlights of my month as at now. If you’ve made it so far, I am happy to have you. Thanks for being you.
P.S: I don’t believe in Valentine’s Day because I believe in life.
P.P.S: I wrote this whole post after seeing a really remarkable comment on one of my posts (Thanks Nkianti). Dear friend, your likes, comments, suggestions, shares all give me the motivation to continue. Without you, I am just another self-obsessed bipolar writer wannabe. I am truly grateful for you. And I implore your remarks-even requests-on my blog. I can’t thank you enough.
Live, laugh and love. Cheers.
T. Kamga.

My Birthday.

        My neighbour is celebrating her birthday right now.i just returned from a  tedious day of “Likes” hunt on Facebook and I am very certain the strike action at the University is over.This means I will definitely have a 7 am Class in the morning and the time by my PC is 11.20 pm.There are two specific thoughts in my mind right now I would like to elaborate on.I will do just one.

        My birthday.Last Friday,the 8th, I celebrated by 23rd year spent on this earth.Very few ‘real’ people actually know my birthday.The quotes because most of my birthday wishes were from Facebook.We all know that it’s cheating when you do that because everyone(well almost)sees your birth date on your profile.
        I share the same birthday with my younger brother and the author John Grisham.I know there are many others too but I prefer not to care about them…selfish me….Anyway,I received no birthday presents,I received three calls: my dad,my ex-girlfriend(‘s message;I still consider it a call) and my mom.My mom was actually reprimanding me for not calling her recently as much as I had promised. So she later on sent her wishes through a text message.So,technically,I received Uno,Un,One,i,1 call.I received verbal wishes from the people whom I was informing at that exact moment.
         I was not expecting much on that day.I was not sad.I am not right now.I spent my day at FakoShip Plaza ,at the ACTIVSpaces offices.I write for ,so my friend Akama Otto who built the site,permitted me to work under his wing there.I will do a post on my first two ‘office days’ there later.ACTIVSpaces is a tech hub or incubator if you like where really smart and talented young entrepreneurs mainly software developers meet and work,together  or individually but under the Umbrella of the ACTIVSpaces Community.Its an awesome place.I was there from 9am to about 6pm.
        Frankly,I was feeling down on that day.Not down in an ‘I-did-not-receive-presents sort of way”,rather in a realisation of the work ahead of me.Ceteris paribus ,I should have graduated from the University in 2010.I would have been 21 at most at the time and bearer of a Bsc in Biochemisty.I would have had an Msc now and probably having kids(who knows?!).I am 23 and first year student at the same University studying Journalism and Mass Communication.How that happened is another blog post.
      I once retweeted a series of tweets from @disgeneration(Jennifer Ehidiamen one of my fav tweeps) on “20 things to do before  you reach 30 years of age”.I will add the storify link at the end of this post for you to see.I found that list engaging at the time but I did not realise how profound it was until I realised last Friday,I had approximately seven,sept,7 years to accomplish most, if not all, of the items on the list.
       It got to me last Friday.
       I do not believe in moments of realisation,just like I don’t believe in Love at first sight.I believe that once your brain registers something extremely important to you,it leaves it to the subconscious to decide its relevance and date of arrival to the conscious.The trigger could be a statement,a picture,a person,a speech,anything.For me, the trigger was my birthday, and what did I realise on that day to keep me so down? I will leave that for another post.I would like to say I’m going to bed right now but I’m not.I have to eat,read some blogs and then sleep.Have you ever had triggers like mine?If so when? and what were you made aware of?
Here is the storify link: Check it out!