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The Great Njoya. By Regan YuhIbrahim Njoya is a name that could soon be eroded by history if not mentioned once so ofte...
03/01/2024

The Great Njoya.


By Regan Yuh

Ibrahim Njoya is a name that could soon be eroded by history if not mentioned once so often.
A visionary, inventor, scholar, philosopher, writer, artist/sculptor, architect, traveler,cartographer and politician ahead of his time.
Born in 1879 in the kingdom of Fumban In West Africa, Njoya became king at 11, after the death of his father in battle. During his reign, he avoided the warring ways of his predecessors and transformed his kingdom into a world heritage site.
Seeing German colonizers advance into his part of Africa during the scramble, Ibrahim Njoya used a philosophy of pacifism. He adapted a friendly attitude, and adapted from them, what he could use for the benefit of his own kingdom. The Germans named their newly carved territory kameroun, but acknowledged the autonomy of the Fumban kingdom after Ibrahim Njoya sent his personally sculpted and exquisitely decorated throne as a gift to Berlin for Kaiser Wilhelms II’s birthday . The Kaiser was touched, called him his “Royal Brother”. Ibrahim also befriended the then German colonial governor Jesko Von Puttkama, who was impressed his intellect The friendship between the German colonial governor and the Foumban King is said to have been so close that the king gave one of his many wives, a virgin maiden (Njoya himself had over 100 wives and 134 children, a tradition he inherited from his predecessors) to the Governor whom he later had child with. This probably prompted Puttkama to keep going back to Kameroun, where he managed to become Colonial governor for six terms. It was during his tenures that the Fumban kingdom flourished.
Ibrahim Njoya recognized maps were tools for colonial powers, and he co-opted this power to represent his kingdom in an indigenous way. He personally surveyed his territory an drew a map in the early 20 century, which showed villages, mountains, and river borders of the ancient Bamoun kingdom, a relic which is currently in the library of Congress Geography and Maps Division. He then developed his kingdom into a sophisticated society where he promoted his philosophy of ‘Njoyaism’ which blended the Muslim and Christian religions together with African traditions. Njoya set up schools where children were educated in the Bamum and German cultures. They learned to read and write in an alphabet of about 80 characters invented by Ibrahim Njoya. It was known as ‘A-ka-u-ku’ after its first four letters. He used this alphabet to write the history of the customs of the Bamoum people which was primarily by oral transmission .He also wrote 15 books ( including romance novels), and an encyclopedia about traditional pharmacopoeia.
Ibrahim Njoya was not only a widely respected art connoisseur, he was also a sculptor and architect, who transformed Foumban into a city that became the epicenter of African art and culture, attracting art dealers across the globe. He invented a machine to grind corn which became a blueprint for subsequent models and drove the mass production of corn flour. His most impressive work is a state of the art kings castle he designed and constructed which baffled German ethnographers who thought Njoya must’ve copied the building style of the Europeans, but the prominent indigenous elements that defined the structure such as encircling verandahs, deep eaves, carved wood posts, raffia palm form-works, and laterite clay bricks, all had the fingerprints of Njoya’s architectural genius. This spectacular display of African architecture has now become part of UNESCO World Heritage.
Ibrahim Njoya’s smooth reign for 49 years, came to an end after the First World War. The French who took control of the territory after the defeat of the Germans, did not extend friendship to the king who was viewed as a German sympathizer. He was exiled from his Fumban kingdom to Yaounde where he died in 1933, and so was his vision for an African society which is innovative in its own right with traditional elements, and not overwhelmingly influenced by western imperialism.

"Broke 💔 Valentine"By Regan YuhAt some point in life, I had been broke to the extent that I thought it was my middle nam...
02/14/2024

"Broke 💔 Valentine"

By Regan Yuh

At some point in life, I had been broke to the extent that I thought it was my middle name. How I even managed to get a girlfriend while being that broke remains elusive to me. But I did have a girlfriend, and I dreaded the fact that it was Valentine’s Day and I was broke. Crystal, my girlfriend, was a wannabe model, the kind who would do anything to climb to the top. She recently told me that she'd been introduced to some 'big shot' talent scout who promised nothing but great success on the runway. Crystal told me the guy was top-notch on the red carpet, owned a modeling agency, and was willing to give her a try in an upcoming beauty contest. She was going to have a dinner date with him to sign the contract.

"Dinner on Valentine’s Day!" I thought, but I didn’t want to ruin her excitement, so I reluctantly agreed. I was broke anyway; it's not like my opinion really mattered.

It was a difficult relationship. Crystal was beautiful and ambitious, determined to escape her impoverished childhood. She had come this far because of her tenacity in creating opportunities for herself, and I couldn’t blame her. Poverty is a ‘bitch’.

Sometimes I even wondered why she chose a loser like me to be her boyfriend. I guess it's because of my easygoing nature and my ability to understand that her dreams were within reach. They say if you love someone, you have to love enough to let them go.

Still, it was Valentine’s Day, and I harbored the tiny hope that maybe, just maybe, this one could still be romanticized. So, I scraped together whatever I could and bought some cheap red wine and chocolate. In case she came back early from her dinner date, she would find them along with some wild roses I had picked from the neighbor’s garden earlier.

I stayed up waiting for Crystal that night. Literally all night. All the while, I was thinking about how her dinner had transpired. It was Valentine’s night, meant for lovers, and only those without partners could understand the range of emotions I was going through.

Sometime around 5 am, I heard a knock on the door. Crystal was standing there, looking haggard. She held a big bag of "goodies," I suppose. When I opened my mouth to speak, she gently stuffed a cake she had produced from the bag. I took heed and silently let her in. She went straight to my bed without taking off her dinner clothes. I knew she was fatigued, but I was refusing the thoughts that crept into my mind. I knew my suspicions were true, but I had to test my sanity. I climbed into bed and cuddled up with her. I let my hand gently slide from her belly to her pelvis, but she gently, if not unconsciously, brushed my hand away. With that confirmation, I slowly turned around and silently let my tears flow.

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