Celebrate! Jubilate!
Hey everyone! Back with part two (that sounds so corny). So as I wrote yesterday, this will be the conclusion and continuation on the Ndakum post. I hope you enjoy. This one a shorter than the other post, hurray! And remember: live, love, and laugh.
Many children, like myself, grow up in the Ndakum meetings.
We eat these foods at least once a month, for every month, for years. We learn and grow together, helping to build stronger foundations of our Cameroonian community in the United States. Many Cameroonian families do not have family reunions (because there are so many of us) so this serves as a replacement. Ndakums are even more meaningful for people who do not have all of their family in the States.
As an American born Cameroonian (a true African-American), Ndakums help me share the same style of life with other Cameroonians. I am taught my history and tradition. Through the renewal of class, identity is transmitted from my parents’ generation to mine through the meetings.
There are many noteworthy, societal ties, solidarities, and influences of Ndakums. The dishes at the Ndakum show how Cameroonians get ready, serve, and eat together in gatherings. Social structure assumes a major job in the Cameroonian people group. Ndakums signify the history and customs of Cameroonians.
