The launching of the TV station was a big deal. In the market and in all the taxis they were all tuned to the Millennium radio station announcing the debut of the Millennium TV station later that day. By mid-day the place was jumping. I could see crowds of people dressed in colorful attire. Musical instruments where being tuned, people were practicing singing, drumming, marching it was a busy place. I was in the kitchen trying to cook another inventive meal in my Funky kitchen. People just walked into the kitchen found a spot and starting fixing food. I was close to a meltdown this was day three of our four days in Nkambe. The straw that broke this camel’s back was when someone came and sat a stack of dirty dishes right in front of me as I sat chopping tomatoes at this tiny clean spot I had made for myself at this table. I had a meltdown. The owner’s sister was in the kitchen at the time and I let her know how inconsiderate they were. We were ten paying guest that had no water or electricity, since we arrived, the stove had only one burner working it had run out of propane in the middle of me cooking over an hour ago, I couldn’t find the manager, he won’t answer his cell phone, the dish washer announced he wasn’t working because he was going to the festival and had walked out leaving dirty dishes all over the floor 30 minutes ago, I had to cook our own meal in this place they called a kitchen and now they are putting dirty dishes on “my clean spot”. I left the kitchen to take a walk to get myself together. Tyler Perry would love to catch this scene in one of his Madear movies. When I returned the kitchen had been cleaned to the best it could. The tomatoes were chopped, the dish washer was back on the job and they had bought propane. In walks a well-dressed man in a suit and tie and announced the Fon wanted to meet me. The Fon wanted to meet ME. The people in the kitchen are jubilant, I’m puzzled the Fon, the real Fon asked for ME. How does the Fon know me, why has he requested ME. The Fon is the Chief of a large area like a country. The Chief Fon has sub Fons. This is kind of like the King has asked for you. There is protocol for meeting and greeting the Fon. You don’t speak to him directly you speak through an linguist, you don’t touch the Fon, like a king. Rosaline is saying something to the handsome young man in the suit. He leaves the kitchen doorway and Rosaline tells me I can’t meet the Fon dressed the way I was dressed. At this point I guess Cinderella would be a good description, this is before the Godmother appears and gets her ready for the ball. I need to put on a nice cababa, “dress”. I run to my room pull out a dress throw it on and run back to the kitchen. No Godmother popped a dress on me but Edna had selected my wardrobe before I left and coached me on what to wear and when. We didn’t plan on me meeting a Fon but I did have a nice dress to put on. The man in the nice suit comes back to the kitchen and ushers me through the crowd to the front row of special carved seats where the Fons are seated. The man in the nice suit announces me and all the Fons turn and look at me. The Chief says “Welcome to Cameroon, Welcome to my country, Thank you for coming and staying such a long time to work with us. I’ve been to the United States.” I don’t remember what I mumbled I had a big grin on my face and probably said something incoherent and or stupid. Then the Fon says would you like to take a picture. I gave someone my camera and they took pictures of us. As I made my way to the lobby of the hotel a tall man dressed in traditional North West region clothing approached me and offered to sign his CD for me. His sister and my cook wanted me to take pictures of them with him. As I walked away I asked who is he. He’s one of the largest musicians in Cameroon. OH I said. Guess what he came to the kitchen with the CD and signed it for me. I’ve showed Cameroonians the photos they say. That’s the Fon he’s talking to you. They are in utter shock he is speaking to ME. Did this make the experience of the “kitchen” and chickens worth it. No but it makes me have a nice memory out of some craziness. As my friend Samantha keeps saying “crazy keeps us from going crazy”.