Daddy, you are 93 years old and became President at the age of 49.
As a child, I grew up seeing you as strong, but as I grew older, I began to see your frailty—a ceremonial president, seemingly controlled by a French man who isn’t even as old as you were when you took office.
I am 28 years old, and I feel like the most embarrassed “rich child.” It stings even more when people call me “the President’s daughter.”
How do I find glory in a name that has brought shame to my ego?
Dad, write your name in gold and give the people of Cameroon a breath of fresh air.
Remember, you always told me to honor home before impressing the world.
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