"Good day Ma'am, please can you help me with your clipper" I asked shuffling my quitus and payment receipts between my thumb and forefinger. Smiling vigorously to the woman I had met at the Department.
"Parle en Français" was the reply she threw at me not even looking up from her computer.
"Sorry Ma, I don't speak French, I just want to clip my documents with this". I said pointing at the clipper.
" Exprimèe vous en Français, s'il non vous laiser". the tears that burnt in my eyes were so bright. With shame, I turned around, an not seeing because of my blurred vision, I tripped on the doormat and fell face to the floor. My documents spilled around. Nothing was going on right ever since I stepped into this University. They claim that Cameroon is Bilingual and so their institutions too, yet their Secretary whom they put to serve the students couldn't even prove it. Standing up so shamefully, I shoved the papers into my school bag. Walking away, I heard some other students laugh while saying
"Pauvre Anglophone, retourne chez vous à Bamenda".
There I knew I had no hopes in this school 😔
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