In Part I of this reflection, I recalled how complete strangers gave generously of their blood to save my sister, Monica's life. Several years later, it was my turn to receive the challenge to also give some of my blood to save complete strangers, people I would never meet or know. This was not even in our own land or among our people.

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By Martin Jumbam
A friend was over at my office the other day when my phone rang. It was a nurse from the blood bank of the Laquintinie Hospital in Douala. She told me of a woman scheduled for a delicate operation that afternoon who did not have enough blood. Could I come over and give her some blood? I told her I would be there within an hour.
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By Martin Jumbam
Some of us, who studied at the University of Yaoundé in the seventies, had the fortune to have sat at the feet of no greater a scholar than the venerable Professor Bernard Nsokika Fonlon, whom the Lord called to his eternal reward on August 26, 1986 in Canada, the land Professor Fonlon always considered his ‘second home’. Canada was the home of his friend, Pierre Elliot Trudeau, for long Canada’s Prime Minister. Anyone close to Dr. Fonlon knew how proud he always was about his relationship with Prime Minister Pierre Elliot Trudeau with whom he was on first name basis! Both men must now be exchanging notes in Paradise.
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