My trip to Kumbo To visit my sick grandmother after Six years

Hello fellow steemians, it has has been a week sincei last posted, this is due to the facet that I had to make an emergency trip to my home town kumbo to visit my grandma on her request.

I have always loved my village and before this crisis began, I always went there at every opportunity I had to spend quality with my grand parents and relatives back there, but with the coming of the anglophone crisis, Kumbo being one of the highest hit places, made it very difficult for one to go visit even when I want so badly to go there.

So last weekend I got a very disturbing phone call from my grandma telling me she was very ill and that she wanted to see me ASAP and she warned that if I didn't see her at the time I should never come to see her even if she passes away, this got to me and without minding so much about the difficulties in travelling to Kumbo and how tough it is to stay there I made up my mind to pay her a visit over the weekend.

At the time I really didn't have money on my self and I was told by a driver who ploughs the Bamenda-kumbo road that yo leave from Bamenda to Kumbo is 5000frs and from Kumbo to Bamenda is 10000frs for reasons best known to them. At the time I had only 15000frs and I couldn't travel with only my transport fare, so I shared with my friend and she decided to given me 5000frs to support my short notice trip, I bought some soap, and palm oil to take to my grandma and the morning I was to travel someone who owed me sent me 5000frs I used part of the money to buy some bread and kept the change as the driver advised me to do as I would be needing it.

The journey going up was good up until we reached a certain point where we started meeting road controls by the separatists fighter who controlled the vehicle checking all ID and war betide you if you had a new ID card like myself, you had to give them money from 500frs I did this st two check points while going to Kumbo. The driver explained the reason why they check ID is to make sure no teachers would be in the vehicle as they want to make sure no school resumes in kumbo and it environs and if a teacher is seen he/she is taken away. This was the scariest thing I had experience since the advent of the crisis, the fighter looked so scary, and their countenance just made people tremble with fear. We also met several military check points where I had no issues, then I finally reached kumbo it was a rainy day, so I took a bike to my grandma's place and when she saw me she was so happy and started crying, we chatted so several hours then she went to the kitchen and quickly prepared some very delicious fufu corn and njama njama for me, I enjoyed every bit of my meal, then we continued chatting. By evening I realised there was no electricity she explained there hasnt been electricity there for many months and people there only use, solar panels that is for those who can afford it.

I spent two days with her then I pleaded to come back because the atmosphere there was always so tense and everywhere so abandoned with almost 90% of the houses being abandoned by the owners, she agreed and I left.
My return journey was a very tedious one, getting a vehicle to Bamenda wasn't very easy I spent several hours at the park, then on our way we met more that 6 separatist fighters checkpoints and on each occasion I had to give them 5000frs for having a new ID card, then to make matters worse, our vehicle had a breakdown at the foot of the sabga hill and we had to trek all the way up, which was very difficult and I was so tired and hungry, the vehicle was fixed and we arrived late around 5pm, I thanked God for journey because despite every people I still made it home safe and sound.