||Letter from Cameroon
It was not my finest hour
by Linda Meyers Donelson (Cameroon 196566, Ghana 196667)
Im making Valentines as the sun goes down. Ive drawn a picture of myself in a cannibals stewpot, waving an American flag. Im working by candlelight. I broke the mantle of my kerosene lantern again with too much vigorous pumping.
The sun is setting over a small cornfield below my house built for the Directeur of our school who found the house too small. From the ecole secondaire you can see the town of MBalmayo across the valley. After dark, charcoal fires spring up along the main road, and you can hear drums. Now that the students have left for the day, the nearest human being is a quarter of a mile away from me.
One of my students died over the weekend, of malaria. Im twenty-one years old, and this is the first time someone close to me has died.
Its four months since I began teaching with almost no experience. Thankfully, Im not struggling so much now with classroom discipline. I think Ive found my sense of humor, which helps.
My French is improving, but speaking to the students is still humiliating. I babysat with the Directeurs three-year-old daughter last night, who corrected my French as I read her a story.
My favorite fellow teacher is Mr. Djilo, a Bamileke, from Foumban, near the border with West Cameroon. His people are famous as entrepreneurs. I particularly like his youngest wife, a handsome woman with a baby son. She jokes with me as if wed known each other for years.
I bought some steak today. The butcher works in a covered area in the center of the outdoor market, with carcasses hanging from the ceiling. You point to the part you want, and he slices it off with his panga and wraps it for you in a banana leaf. You should see the black vultures lined up along the roof of the shelter, waiting for the days leavings!
Theres a huge avocado tree shading the market. You can get really nice avocados, big enough for a whole lunch. When Im traveling in a lorry, I eat them like a banana, peeling them as I go.
My kerosene refrigerator went out again; theres something wrong with the wick. I dont like to go in the kitchen after dark because the cockroaches are as big as mice! Some of the grounds workers put up a mosquito net around my bed. There are no mosquitoes, but Ive been terrified of flying roaches landing on me during the night. Anytime you sit down on the toilet, you hear them skitter under the seat.
Im teaching some English classes now at the forestry school. This is to give me more to do, since there isnt enough work for me. I was sent here because the President of the country comes from this area, but they dont really need another English teacher.
Gail and Sally visited me last week. They took the train to the capital, Yaounde, then came south half an hour by lorry. We went to Mass on Sunday at the Catholic Mission and were invited to breakfast with the bishop. He is the first African bishop ever ordained. He invited us to go with him on his rounds of the villages. We rode in the back of his black Mercedes, and huge crowds of people greeted us.
This afternoon I met a young man walking on the path near my house. His name is Albert. He was reading a textbook as he strolled. He offered to teach me some pigeon English (which is spoken in West Cameroun). This should be fun and will make the evenings less lonely.
Last week we had an unexpected day of no classes on a national holiday. A strange thing happened. My house was so quiet that I nearly got hysterical. I grabbed my bicycle and rode to Mr. Djilos house. After a couple hours of conversation, I felt better.
I learned my lesson about not keeping pets in Africa. Ive finished my series of fourteen rabies shots in the stomach. I never should have accepted a puppy from the students, even though they were just trying to keep me from being lonely.
I havent had as much trouble with back pains this week, but now I have a dry cough that wont stop. There is a kind of worm that moves through your lungs, climbs over your windpipe and falls into your stomach. I hope I dont have it!
I can hear an owl now and some shrieking from the forest behind the house probably the tree hyrax. I dont walk outside after dark because of snakes in the grass. A mamba actually got into the privy of one of the Volunteers, but fortunately it didnt hurt her.
Gails house in Obala opens right onto the main street. A few weeks ago I came inside, put my purse on the table, and someone reached right in and took it! When I went to the embassy to get a new passport, a stern official asked, Do you know what American passports sell for in Cairo?
Thanks for the news about the draftees from my high school class. I sent President Johnson a letter, telling him to stop sending troops to Vietnam! Hundreds have been killed on both sides; to me, its like murdering them. (I hope this letter isnt intercepted! A Peace Corps Volunteer was sent home recently for writing a postcard that criticized U.S. foreign policy.)
Please dont worry about visits from Peace Corps boys! I bought an extra straw mattress in the market, which is fine for them unless a big rainstorm comes up in the night in which case, water blows through the wooden louvers over my windows. At least its never really too hot. We dont have much humidity in these beautiful Cameroonian highlands.
For the Easter holiday were attending a conference in West Cameroon, where there are lots of Peace Corps Volunteers. The hotel in Buea serves spumoni ice cream. Technically, we are Cameroon VI, but our group is the first ever in East Cameroon. The fifteen of us will never forget each other. Im sending Valentines to all of them!