Martin Jumbam

A Letter from Madrid: A Cameroonian Student’s Diary. Chapter Four

In Chapter Four of my diary, I introduce you to our mutual friend Jesus Ndongo. He is a young man, who lost his parents through political violence in his native Equatorial Guinea, dropped out of school and is now peddling revolutionary ideas in the streets of Madrid, dreaming of the day the guns of liberation will, as he likes to say, “roar down the streets of my precious Malabo” and “dislodge the lies of oppression that have been sucking the blood of our people.” Bassey and I hold him in high esteem. Here he is.

 

Letter from Madrid: A Cameroonian Student's Diary: Chapter 3

Hi. I’ll like you to meet my Nigerian friend, Bassey. He holds center stage in Chapter Three of my diary.  We met for the first time in an American night club in Madrid and have since become inseparable buddies. Here comes Bassey.

 

A Letter from Madrid: A Cameroonian Student’s Diary. Chapter Two

We met and shook hands for the first time in Chapter One of “A Letter from Madrid: A Cameroonian Student’s Diary.” Today, in Chapter Two, we meet and shake hands with my buoyant and boisterous landlady, Doña Maria, a very pleasant individual, if ever there was any, as curious as a monkey. She gained some form of «celebrity» among her neighbours for hosting a young African student, who smoked like a chimney and, «can you believe it, wrote love letters on torn packets of cigarettes!»  Here’s Doña Maria. 

A Letter from Madrid: A Cameroonian Student’s Diary. Chapter One

By Martin Jumbam 

Hi there! My name is Leinteng Basha. I am from the Republic of Cameroon in Central Africa. Up until a few months ago, I was a student in Madrid, Spain. Like most African students, who are alone and lonely in European cities, I have fondled, and have been extensively fondled by solitude. In the many hours of loneliness and pain that characterized my stay in the Spanish capital, I found solace in keeping a diary.

When my friend Martin, who owns this blog, read a few pages from my diary, he became convinced that others would likely enjoy reading it as well. Being the jolly good fellow he’s always been, he suggested, and I gratefully accepted, to post my diary, chapter by chapter, on his blog.  Here’s Chapter One.