One of the volunteers was invited to the funeral for the cousin of the mom where she is staying at. We’ve only been here a only a little over a week but she felt comfortable enough going to a funeral with them. I don’t think I would have gone, at least not yet. But she said it would be a good experience to go to a Camerounean funeral. At some point we will all go.

Her mother’s cousin apparently died of some cancer at age 32. That could perhaps be true or another lost statistic for a bigger threat in Cameroun, and Africa in general; AIDS. I’ve heard various numbers while I was in the US; 1 in 4, 1 in 5, 1 in 10, but they are all wrong because of misrepresentations. Most funerals volunteers will go to will be for ‘cancer’ victims.

The volunteer said was really said. At Camerounean weddings It is only appropriate to cry during a certain part of the funeral, however, family and friends could not contain their sadness and would wail during the more somber parts which made them get angry at themselves for losing control.

She said the saddest part was when the younger brother of the girl who died spoke. He was quite a few years younger and talked about how his older sister was really hard on him. She would hit him and yell at him and treat him harshly while telling him, “You will NOT end up some bum or a thug.” She continued explaining that she was not going to let her brother waste his life. She was going to make sure he went to college. She was going to make sure he was successful. Then her little brother said, “Now she’ll never be able to see what I become. She’ll never be able to see me become successful.”