The Cosmonogy of Beti Be Nanga by Probation Challenge

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Raphael Elono

The cosmogony of beti be nanga

Ancestral beliefs - Traditions - Superstitions - Christianity

I think very strongly of my grandparents Salomé Mbono and Gérard Afanda who loved me so much, and to whom I owe everything in this life. I do not forget my pretty muse either: Cécile Ekeme, the mother of my children who helps me so much in my life as a descendant of beti be nanga.

Dear souls children: Ange, Chelsea, Maeva, Matis, Jordan, whom I adore.

All my gratitude to this learned patriarch of Bingono Bingono, journalist emeritus on Cameroonian radio television. This work is also his. Another big thank you to university professor Athanase Bouobda, to whom I would like to remind that: “ No one is ever a prophet among his own.

"Your light will never go out ...

I also have a very strong thought for my brother Amia Bernard, a man with a big heart. To all of mine: Pierre Petit Andong, Claude Philippe Mvogo Oloa, Olivier Zang Mveng, Jean Bosco Mbassi Mbasi, Théophile Ekodo Ava, Innocent Alinga Ateba, Reverend Simon Pierre Ngomo, Sylvain Okala and Jean-Pierre Essomba-Ngang Réné. I also dedicate this book to this sweet France which offered me a thousand and one possibilities to fully experience my culture on its soil. beti

be nanga and to make it known around me and throughout the world.

“He who has no tradition has no future. "

“Mane tsinga tege woé mot ntok, ve mot nene. "

Saying beti - Cameroon.

It is the literal translation of the beautiful thought of Pierre Corneille in the Cid: " To be conquered without peril, one triumphs without glory. "It illustrates the

warrior temperament of the Tsinga man of Cameroon.

Foreword It is only from one's own history, one's own culture, that one can draw the necessary strength to face the world as it is. The invaders of the black continent set about erasing the historical, cultural and religious past from the cradle of humanity, pushing Africans to no longer be themselves, but rather what they wanted them to be, that is- that is, individuals without landmarks, without souls. To illustrate my point, I relied on the past of my ancestors, my own daily experience, and by rereading from time to time what the eminent professor said in his time.Cheikh Anta Diop in his work, the title of which is revealing: " Cultural unity of black Africa. "He said this: " Thus, Negro Africa, which Europe wants to pass off as a continent without a historical past, has sheltered the oldest guides of humanity on the road to civilization. They are the ones who created the arts, religion (in particular monotheism), literature, the first philosophical systems, writing, the exact sciences (physics, mathematics, mechanics, astronomy, calendar ...), medicine, 'architecture, agriculture, etc… At a time when the rest of the earth (Asia, Europe, Greece, Rome…) was plunged into barbarism (…) We are sure that we have succeeded in denouncing the most monstrous falsification in the history of mankind, the most shameless lie that modern historians and in particular Egyptologists have sought to construct in connection with the necessities of imperialist exploitation. . The following lines are a small piece, just a snippet of Cameroonian history. It is said that since the journey of the Carthaginian Hanno who, according to a legend of the 5e century before Jesus Christ, he would have 7

reached Mount Cameroon which was spitting fire, he then nicknamed it: "

The chariot of the gods. "Others attributed the discovery of Cameroon to a Portuguese navigator " Fernado Poo " which would have reached in 1472, twenty years before America was discovered, the estuary of Wouri and gave it the name of: " Rio dos Camaroes » which meant: " Shrimp River " in the browser language. The place got its name from the strong presence of crustaceans in the small stream. This piece of territory of the black continent which will turn out over time to be Africa in miniature, will see the arrival of Germans in turn, who will give it the name of: "Duala stadt ' then : " Kamerun

”. Then the French and the English will arrive who will share the territory, and will call it each in their own language. For the French people : "Cameroon " and for the English: " Cameroon ”. The Dutch also had an important part in the history of Cameroon.

For some, the history of Cameroon dates back to the first millennium BC, at that time, the territory was populated in the north by Sudanesespeaking individuals like the kirdis, tikars and others ... In the south, by the Bantu-speaking populations, whose term means: " Human " In language kongo, a region that once extended to northern Ghana. In the south, there was the ethnic groupéton, the fangs, the ntumus, the

bassas, the éwondos, and the doualas. Like all the peoples of the earth, migration is an integral part of the history of the Bantu people who fled either the white slavers, or simply for reasons of conquering the territories. The Bantus moved inland from the black continent and settled down in different places for various reasons: Either according to their convenience, or either because they found themselves unable to continue their adventure, and for Finally, colonization did not spare them the sufferings of separation during the famous division of territories, it was of course the sharing of the succulent colonial cake. It is therefore not surprising that we find the same names of individuals in different parts of Africa such as: "Obama " in Kenya in ethnicity Luo, a very common name in the central and southern region of Cameroon, more precisely among bulu and the ewondos with exactly the same spelling, at least with something close: ewondo, we write and call this name exactly as in Kenya: 8

" Obama ", while among bulus them they say: " Obam ”. And among our other Fang cousins from Gabon and ntumus from Equatorial Guinea, they call: " Obame ", this is the case of the former member of the Saint-Etienne club and who now plays in Germany, originally from Gabon: "Obameyang" whose father himself was an eminent footballer. I still specify here that the

Luos from Kenya would not be Bantu, according to the explanations of a university professor with whom I discussed on this subject, he explained to me that the Luos have even fiercely fought the Bantu in the past. Never mind, according to this eminent professor Athanase Bouobda,Obama at the

Luos would mean: " Flaming Lances ”. While in éwondo or bulu from Cameroon, Obama means: " hawk ", the ugly bird of prey of our backyards, lover of the flesh of chicks, a terror for mother hens. It is therefore obvious that in both cases, there is a certain notion of elevation in the air. As much as the hawk, this bird of prey sometimes lets itself be carried by the wind, it hovers, as it is the same for the spear which hovers in the air before reaching its target. Professor Bouobda insisted on the astonishing resemblance of the vocabulary sometimes common to certain peoples of Africa, and which owes nothing to chance. For example in the clanLuo, the one from which will be born at 21e century, the 44e president of the USA Barack Hussein Obama, the "

remains " says to himself: " ndjock ”. In Cameroon in the Beti Bassa ethnic group, individuals bear the name: " Ndjock ”. In the other Beti éwondo ethnic group,

remains says to himself: " mvog ", and to return to the cousins Bassa, remains is said: " ndock ”. It is once again obvious that, with one variation, the pronunciation of this word is almost identical among these peoples who seem so far apart today, yet once so close to each other if we go back to the throughout their common history since ancient Egypt, although the spelling of these words is different.

At 15e century, when the black continent was invaded by the West which established itself with its cruel colonization, the settlers subsequently shared this magnificent African cake, many families were separated, tribes were thus arbitrarily annexed to each other . This is the case ofNtumus who will leave their brothers in Cameroon, and will find themselves in Equatorial Guinea, formerly called Santa Isabel, a former Spanish colony, and another part of Ntumus se 9

will also find in Gabon with their other beti be nanga brothers called: Fangs, which will be found in their turn in Ghana and under another name: Bafanti. The Bafanti would indeed be the brothers of Fangs, Ntumu, from Gabon, and ewondos, bulus, bassas and makas from Cameroon. This is why we find among these Bafanti people, names like:

Nguema which are nouns fangs from Gabon. All these ethnic groups that I have just mentioned come from the same father and the same mother, they are sons ofbeti and of nanga. On the other hand, the bafanti of Ghana are not to be confused with the other Ghanaian tribe called: " Ashanti ",

a warrior tribe who fiercely fought the British. This appellationBafanti dates back to ancient Egypt, because according to another eminent professor met in Paris at the American University during a conference, the term Ba in ancient Egyptian, would mean: " The ", from where

bafanti Where the fangs. As curious as it sounds. I discovered in 2013 in the northeast of the Congo, on the border of Gabon, a large ethnic group called hold yourself well: "Beti ", with names identical to those of their other brothers beti from central and southern Cameroon. These betis on the border of Congo and Gabon have names like:Mbia, Amougou, that we obviously find among the éwondos of the region of central Cameroon. ThenEkani, Essimi, which are names from the same region, and Ngo that we still find among bassas in Cameroon. It also emerges between this ethnic group of northeastern Congo, and this large Beti be nanga family of Cameroon, more precisely the éwondos, a great similarity in the expressions of their respective mother tongues. For example when the Cameroon ewondo says: "Go my - Give me ”, his Beti cousin from northeastern Congo said to him: " Nga mè ”. To say : " Residence ", The Cameroonian ewondo will say as I said a little earlier: " Mvog ", and his Beti Congolese cousin will say: " Njock ”. When the Cameroon ewondo says: " Madjo na - I say that… ”, the beti of northeastern Congo said to him: " Mayoa… ”, I quote and so on and the best… This Beti tribe of the Congo, like all the peoples who suffered colonization, has also suffered greatly from the injustice of the famous sharing of the colonial cake. Entire African families were separated and found themselves somewhat scattered across the continent. This was obviously the case with this Beti family from northeastern Congolese who

found on both sides of the borders, one of which today is Congolese, and the other Gabonese, a colonial absurdity based on the interests and appetites of each other. All the more reason to understand that the notion of borders in Africa really does not make sense.

I recall here without risk of being mistaken that all these Beti peoples scattered in the black continent have almost identical rituals, and it is not a simple fact of chance either, it is largely due to such that I explained, to their common origin, the Egyptian one. It has been noticed that amongLuos for example, before starting to drink wine, he first pours a few drops at the front door of the house which receives guests, it is exactly the same reflex observed in éwondos, bulus, etons, makas, bassas from Cameroon. With us the ewondos, we call it: " Ngab be tara ”, which means: " The share of ancestors ”, it is the same explanation given by the luos from Kenya. This eminently symbolic gesture is supposed to attract prosperity in the family which receives guests in its house. The ancestors always having a very important part in the life of the clans in Africa, although it could not be surprising to find the same gesture in other peoples of the planet why not? Just like withbeti be nanga of Cameroon, before marrying a woman, a dowry is paid. TheLuos of Kenya who seem closest to the beti be nanga of Cameroon in the practice of certain rites, also dowry before marrying a woman, these practices could be found as well with us as with many other peoples of Africa and why not of the world. Formerly among the beti be nanga of Cameroon, when a man died, his wives automatically returned to his brothers, in Kenya theluos proceed in exactly the same way. In the bible that the colonialist missionaries brought to us to evangelize us, we discovered that Moses instituted a law that went in this direction, the law states that: "If anyone's brother dies, having a wife, and dies childless, let his brother take the wife and raise up seed to his brother. "It does not matter whether this gesture is for X or Y reason, the main thing is that the brother inherits his brother's wife. My ancestors beti be nanga had never read the bible, in which case it would have been suggested that it inspired them to this practice. From this example, and many others that will follow, we will understand the reasons for the strong implantation of religion. 11

Catholic on our lands. On the other hand, thebeti be nanga from Cameroon they kept the ritual of circumcision that they got from Egypt, while among the Luos it never practiced. Colonization, again, we haven't finished talking about it. The wounds she caused are still struggling to heal. It will take a long time, and I am afraid that these wounds remain and remain eternally gaping in view of the loss of African cultural identities. He was so brainwashed that Africans are sometimes ashamed today to be themselves, to take responsibility. In the name of a supposed superiority of the white race, never has a creature so destroyed, exploited its similar in the world. The arrival of Europeans in Africa, Australia and the Americas was a disaster for the peoples found there. Someone even said once: "What was done against these peoples corresponds to the

very definition of genocide. "Wherever they set foot, indigenous peoples saw their most cherished goods (land, culture, etc.) torn away. In Lesotho (Africa), they drove the indigenous peoples back to the mountains, the poor could not even defend themselves, because in front of them the invaders were powerfully armed. All this for gold. In Australia for example, for centuries, British colonists confiscated the lands of the Aborigines, pushing them to wander at home like shadows, idle, they sank into alcohol, and when we saw the contempt with which white police officers deal up to this day, even to animals one could not display such condescension. It is not only in Australia where this happened, land was also confiscated in Africa, which prompted individuals like the Zimbabwean president to have quite virulent reactions to the whites whose parents had taken everything away from the indigenous people of the country. Robert Mugabé recovered all these lands, to hand them over not really to those to whom they were legally entitled, but rather to his supporters, a sort of colonial behavior in reverse, not content with this injustice towards his own people, he will harass more more violently on this one without that one understands very well the exact reasons of this behavior which left more than one perplexed… I was one day reading the writings of Jomo Kenyatta former president of Kenya, the very one who dismissed Barack Hussein Obama's father from the Kenyan administration. He did not know that the man Robert Mugabé recovered all these lands, not to give them really to those to whom they were rightfully due, but rather to his supporters, a sort of colonial behavior in reverse, not content with this injustice towards his own people, he will harass more more violently on this one without that one understands very well the exact reasons of this behavior which left more than one perplexed… I was one day reading the writings of Jomo Kenyatta former president of Kenya, the very one who dismissed Barack Hussein Obama's father from the Kenyan administration. He did not know that the man Robert Mugabé recovered all these lands, not to give them really to those to whom they were rightfully due, but rather to his supporters, a sort of colonial behavior in reverse, not content with this injustice towards his own people, he will harass more more violently on this one without that one understands very well the exact reasons of this behavior which left more than one perplexed… I was one day reading the writings of Jomo Kenyatta former president of Kenya, the very one who dismissed Barack Hussein Obama's father from the Kenyan administration. He did not know that the man not content with this injustice towards his own people, he will harass more and more violently on this one without that one understands very well the exact reasons of this behavior which left more than one perplexed… I read a day the writings of Jomo Kenyatta former president of Kenya, the same one who dismissed the father of Barack Hussein Obama from the Kenyan administration. He did not know that the man not content with this injustice towards his own people, he will harass more and more violently on this one without that one understands very well the exact reasons of this behavior which left more than one perplexed… I read a day the writings of Jomo Kenyatta former president of Kenya, the same one who dismissed the father of Barack Hussein Obama from the Kenyan administration. He did not know that the man

whom he treated in this way, was the father of one who would one day become the president of the first power of the world. Obama Sr., it seems, was a free spirit, which dictators around the world, many of whom are in Africa, disapprove of. Once removed from the Kenyan social scene, Mr. Obama sank into alcohol, luckily an old friend picked him up later, to put him back in the stirrup. Never mind, Jomo Kenyatta nevertheless remains a great historical figure in Africa. It is said that in 1963, when his country gained independence, when the British colors were brought in for the last time, which the officers of the East African Rifles stared at with misty eyes. tears, something absolutely strange happened: The flag got stuck, refusing to come down.Are you sure you don't want to change your mind? "

I always discover through the writings of the old Kenyan president Jomo Kenyata: when the settlers came to us, we had the land and they had a wonderful book in their hands: The Bible. This bible, which I would point out is full of allegories, fables, parables and sometimes even tantalizing fictions in order to illustrate great spiritual and psychological truths. The Bible was undoubtedly a powerful instrument of conquest. Seen from a modern perspective today, we will all agree that its authors were undoubtedly specialists in the art of psychology and the history of the soul. My beti be nanga ancestors, although totally ignorant of the culture of those who came to invade them, were not for all that lacking in intelligence. They certainly clung to the religion of the white man, but we have to admit that they also found their value somewhere there. In short, they recognized themselves in the rites and practices of the new religion, although also their naivety, played ugly tricks on them. They believed everything they were told, which is why they sometimes went completely wrong in taking literally everything they heard, and everything that was written and said in this magnificent book. But with time, their descendants of which I am part discovered in turn with wonder while going to the school of the white man what was hidden this is why they sometimes went completely astray in taking literally everything they heard, and everything that was written and said in this magnificent book. But with time, their descendants of which I am part discovered in turn with wonder while going to the school of the white man what was hidden this is why they sometimes went completely astray in taking literally everything they heard, and everything that was written and said in this magnificent book. But with time, their descendants of which I am part discovered in turn with wonder while going to the school of the white man what was hidden

exactly behind this whole great maneuver of evangelization. It was therefore certain that this exotic God was also ours, each one called him in his own language. Throughout this work, you will see strange similarities between the thoughts of the beti be nanga man and those contained in the bible.

Jomo Kenyatta he always explains to us that when we arrived home, our invaders with their bible asked us to close our eyes to pray, when we opened them, they already had our land, and we had the bible. This is all the more true as I explained it, with all these parcels of land which were torn from the natives in the past here and there across the planet. Fortunately, the United Nations would later sign a text restoring them to their former owners, which was not easy with all the reluctance that this obviously engendered. But law and truth emerged victorious. All the same, more than twenty years of tough negotiations passed to make some people listen to reason. In Australia for example,

My grandfather told me a bit about the arrival of these long-nosed ghosts as the white people used to be called in Éwondo: "Nanga kon" or : " Nkong dzoé ”. " Seeing these strange beings arrive at our house that

our parents had never seen in their lives, they initially believed that they were ghosts, that is to say their ancestors who presented themselves in another aspect, that of beings even purer, given the whiteness of their skin color, or that of a ghost (kon). Then in a second step, they took them squarely for gods, but when one day one of them died, they then asked themselves many questions, the most recurring of which was: Who is this god who dies? Is it possible ? He then began to trot in their minds a lot of things, they had doubts ... "But my grandfather added: " Honestly speaking, they never declared to us that they were gods, perhaps because we would one day discover their human weaknesses, but in our eyes they were still weird… ” Barack Hussein Obama's paternal grandmother was called: " Akumu ", in ewondo in Cameroon, it suffices quite simply to remove the last vowel of this name, the " U ", and replace it with the " TO ", we obtain 14

" Akuma ", which means: " Richness ". Even without removing the vowel, Akumu

is a name for us, the éwondos in Cameroon. In my village, a plethora of people call themselves that. One of my family cousins is called: "Ondoua

Akumu. So go find out what " Akumu " at the Luos from Kenya, this people who came from the Sudan, and who would have settled on the banks of the Nile, and subsequently converted to Christianity, but the fact of speaking to them about Jesus the son of God, born of a woman, therefore a human being , they found it a bit odd and incomprehensible. In addition Jesus was able to forgive sins, they also did not understand anything about this story. They renounced this religion and became Muslim again.

In South Africa the land of Zulus, I was struck by the fact that their national anthem begins with the word " Yes ". University professor Bouobda reassured me, explaining that this word " Yes ", means exactly the same as the if of the language ewondo South Cameroon, that is to say: " Earth ". As in South Africa, we find words such as: " Nkomo ", I'm obviously thinking of a prominent politician of the years 70, the named: " Josua Nkomo " Whose name with those of Bishop Mozorewa,

NelsonMandela, and Desmond Tutu flooded our radio newspapers from the time when I was still a kid. WordNkomo is also obviously found in southern Cameroon, one of the large districts of the city of Yaoundé the capital of the country bears this name. When we break down the word

nkomo, he comes from nkom which means in éwondo: "War captive". So go find out, what nkomo would mean in language Zulu, this warrior tribe, so many things. The history of humanity having each time taught us that the human being was in the past an inveterate nomad, and wherever he has gone, he has carried with him the scraps of his culture which are the basis of his rites. .

I was seriously concerned in 2012 by the surname of the Ugandan Minister of Health: “ Christine Ondoa ”. This name Ondoa is very common among Fangs, the Ntumus from Gabon and Equatorial Guinea, they call: " Ondo ”. While with us the ewondos of Cameroon, we say: " Ondoua ”. Finding this name in Uganda, whatever the spelling, is very interesting, it once again comforts me to the idea that the family beti be nanga whose epic I will tell in the next chapter, is very large, and would have been scattered across the continent 15

African. I let myself explain that Lesbeti be nanga of Cameroon, would also have close links with the Betes from Ivory Coast. I would like to draw your attention here to the fact that in eastern Cameroon, we have a town whose name in the local dialect means in French: "Ivory Coast ". This town is inhabited by cousins betis be nanga called: Makas. These same

Makas, we find a name that is well known among Ivorians, it is: " Eboué ”. The individuals bearing this name turn out to be gifted in football, which is perhaps why in Cameroon we have known a certain Jean Daniel Eboué, originally from the east of the country, more precisely from AbongMbang. The latter first made the heyday of the football team of his village theAbong-Mbang sports union, then years later that of a flagship club in the capital: The sports cannon of Yaoundé, and he put his talent at the service of his country through the pennant team: The indomitable lions. Very talented player who ran like he had four lungs. In Côte d'Ivoire, we also find an excellent international footballer, also namedDumped who is currently playing in Turkey alongside his other compatriot Didier drogba. In the history of colonization, he had a black governor, the first of his kind who stayed in Africa, in Chad, and who was called "Hold on well:" Félix Eboué ”. The black governor was necessarily a descendant of a slave, returning to Africa. He was on his land. So go find out if he would not have ancestral links with the previous twoEboué. Personally, I do not believe at all in a simple coincidence as to the origin of this name. In languageewondo, Ivory Coast says to itself: " Abong Mbang ”. Abongwhich means: Rating, then mbang which means: Ivory. Not very long ago, there was a strong presence of the great pachyderm in this region of Cameroon, hence the name Ivory Coast (Abong Mbang). In the south of Senegal in the ethnic group Dioula, we find betisounding names like: Mballa, Ateba, dongo that we call among the ewondos in Cameroon: Ndongo, we also find the Ndzai, who would be nothing other than Ndzie in éwondo. In Benin, the same phenomenon is very intriguing, there would be the presence of another familyFong in this country. It would have a direct link withfungus from southern Cameroon, in these fungi from Benin, we find names such as: Messi, a fairly common name in the Yandas ethnic group of southern Cameroon, then Efou who wouldn't be

other than Efoa in Cameroon. In Nigeria, a country bordering Cameroon, it is not surprising to find very Cameroonian names such as:

Mbarga, Kalla, Mbollé, etc. With regard to African history, the large familybeti be nanga would be omnipresent everywhere on the continent under various names, all these tribes that I have just mentioned would be entitled to claim a bond of common belonging. But the funniest part was in 2008 when Barack Hussein Obama accesses the White House, a Breton family claimed to be from the same ancestor as the 44e president of the USA The Breton family was serious in its point. Was it therefore necessary to go and see the side of the white mother ofObama? Or the simple historical fact that Africa is the cradle of humanity? Just like in Eastern Europe, we will find the same claim of the American president to belong to a small village whose name I forget. All this is summed up in a beti be nanga wisdom which says: "One is never related to a madman who

passes on the way. We are always related to a king. "The question is therefore to know: If Barack Hussein Obama had remained an ordinary man, would he have had so many parents in the world? Especially when we know that a young senator, he almost was not received by Nelson Mandela who rather expected to receive a guest more prestigious than the young senator, that is to say the President Bush father still in power at the time, not knowing not that one day, this young senator from Chicago who was being made to languish at the door was also going to become president of the United States, that is to say to enter the very select court of the great of this world. Personally, to this day I still have no close or distant relatives, but it may be enough that one day that I reach fame to see me assailed from all sides by a large family from all over the world. the planet (To laugh)…

The beautiful story of the black continent has yet to be rewritten, because the version that is most often served to us is that of the victors and not that of the vanquished who are our founding fathers, and our founding mothers. Experience has shown the world that victors are always culturally defeated. Didn't the Franks conquer Gaulle, and impose their French language? But these Franks married Gaulish daughters, with whom they had children. These children will repeat over and over again until the end of time: "Our ancestors the Gauls ". We understand

therefore by this that all the lineages on this earth are assured by those who carry us in their womb, that is to say the women of whom I will evoke in the following chapters their role oh so vital in all the societies of the planet . By repeating without stoppingOur ancestors the Gauls, these children do not forget that their mothers were above all Gauls ...

Beti be nanga

(Crossing the Yom) I had this extraordinary chance to know my maternal grandparents when they were still very young and full of energy. I was their very first grandson, whom we call home in Éwondo: “Ntòl ndié ”. In addition my grandfather gave me the name of his big brother, the very one who took care of him a lot in his adolescence, he was like a father to him, it was about: " Elono Raphaël ”. Strong in the affection which bound the two men, and as a kind of gratitude to this big brother benevolent towards him, my grandfather always called me my brother. Which was a huge mark of affection and gratitude. In me he saw the continuation of this brother who had loved him so much and who left him a little early. My grandparents then poured out on me all that they had in them like love, affection and benevolence, as if my grandfather wanted at all costs to give back to this deceased brother, what he had received from him. Afanda Bilounga my grandfather dragged me with him everywhere he went, I was like a bag for him. This is why, very early on, I was in contact with the old sages of the village and neighboring regions, I attended almost all the palaver sessions, these customary courts which are full of so much wisdom, a real school of life where we acquires extraordinary knowledge, my grandfather absolutely insisted that it be so. For my part,

from the beti be nanga culture that was my maternal grandfather Afanda Bilounga, a man whom fate went to look for in the depths of the forest to place him in the limelight. He came from a family of traditional healers, and he became a nurse in the middle of the colonial period, this noble profession made him a great servant of his country Cameroon. I can say here that: The healer DNA of his ancestors found its extension in him, except that he used modern medicine from nature, unlike his parents who used traditional medicine made: Tree bark , roots, and other plants to relieve ailments in their community. We therefore see that all were fighting for one and the same cause: the well-being of their fellow human beings. Despite this extraordinary dazzling social rise, he remained one of the leading figures in the village and the region of our beti be nanga tradition. He was of a dazzling culture before which one could only bow in the face of so much scholarship, a strong man mentally and physically, because he had kept this very strong relationship with his culture and nature. Thanks to his great culture of the beti be nanga tradition, and his intellectual capacities, he had an important place within his clan. Our ethnicity Beti be nanga: " Who are we ? Where do we come from ? »So many questions that I regularly addressed to him in bursts ... Faced with this formidable appetite for knowledge, my grandfather was at first not very talkative, each time pretending if the time had not yet come for me to understand anything. I believe that in his eyes, I was still very young at that time, even immature. So I didn't have to force things, I had to let them come to me by themselves. For my part, I did not understand it that way, I even believed that he had no idea about it, but what astonished me more over the course of my insistence was that he was not totally indifferent that that to my curiosity. He really let the time pass, then one day he called me and made me sit down, from that moment on, he showed himself available and inclined to finally answer my questions with this pedagogy of which he alone had the secret. There was nothing more to do, the transmission of knowledge was on. We immersed ourselves completely in the traditions and beliefs of my beti be nanga ancestors. Whenever he could, he let me loose a little piece of their beautiful epic, a true odyssey worthy of the name. A