A Reflection at Eighty-Two: The Lion’s Quiet Gaze
A Reflection at Eighty-Two: The Lion’s Quiet Gaze I stand at the threshold of my eighty-second year, and the road behind me stretches like the ancient paths of Esanland, winding, sometimes treacherous, yet always leading toward a higher purpose. Born on the 10th of April 1944 in Kumba, in what was then Southern Cameroons, I…
