During summer of 1974, my friend and I were walking along the street where Presbyterian Church, Great Soppo, Buea is located. We noticed two men standing in front of a house located over an elevated embankment. One of these men whispered " Miss". ( words men use to attract girl's attention). Non of us responded and continued walking. In attempt to make his presence felt, this man called my middle name "Mufut". We started laughing and my friend said , " Jackie, that man knows you". I turned , greeted in English and he responded in Baforchu dialect, " mbeh sa-ah yeah?" in English , " how are u?" I asked him if he was Baforchu, he said , yes and I know you very well. I was very surprised and didn't tried to argued with him but was more interested in leaving. Just as we were about to leave, introduced himself as Cho Abram Ndi and,the man with whom he was as his senior brother Ni Robert Fon. We greeted his brother and before we left, he said, "we are standing in front of our house, where do you live?" I pointed to our house located directly behind Presbyterian Church and he immediately said, " I know the owner, he's my friend". It sounded weird but later in life, I realized that he was friendly with humans irrespective of age or gender. He then walked us towards the church , bid goodbye and returned to his house. Days after , he came to our house to see his friend, " my father". These visits became so frequent so much that he even shows up at odd hours in his friend's absence. I always tried to avoid conversations each time he came over but he had enormous pressure. Invitation to house at this time failed. Easter vacation ended and I returned to school ( World Wide Mission Secondary School, Mpundo, Muyuka). One Saturday afternoon, a girl came to the dormitory and informed me that I had a visitor. It didn't for one moment crossed my mind that the visitor was Ni Cho Abram. I walked down toward the principal's office and there he was , holding a plastic bag in his hand. I greeted him and asked why the visit, he said , " just being a friendly," We conversed for sometimes and he told me that he will not be long because, he will be working that evening. For the first time I asked him about his job and he said that , he was a technician with Radio Buea. He handed the plastic bag to me, I thank him and he left. While in the dormitory, I opened the bag and realized that this guy had filled it with nearly everything students would expect from their visitors. I was excited receiving these thing and at the same time shock of his generosity. Bought things, boarded a taxi to Meanja Junction, trekked four miles to visit some girl you met weeks ago, didn't get to spend any quality time with her, something must be cooking some how, I thought. Summer holiday was fast approaching and he came to my school again to inquire the closing day so as to come help me with my suitcases. I thanked him , and explained that taxis are always available on closing days and it will be very easy for me to get home , and that i will see him when am home. Visits during these period were frequent and friendly. The first time I went to his house , AB's very first question in the dialect was, " a nye kondeh yah abbeyekh garh meeh nabe ,mee meree weeh?" ( in English, " did you think that if you came to my house , I will swallow you?" Ni Fon laughed and said , she's like any other girl , always very protective of themselves. Ni Fon was very receptive and humorous. At AB's request to drink something, I asked for a "Top Anana". You wouldn't believe what Top Anana became during the short lovely years we spent together. During this period of acquaintance, no more ridiculous question or any embarrassing things were asked as it were from the beginning. Every conversation was focused on him. He told me about his family, his sisters/ brothers how close and respectful they were for one another, ( this became a reality as he didn't introduced Ni Fon as his step brother),how he lost his proud father a few months before he went to CPC Bali, how one day he went to the farm to carry cocoyams and when he got home, people were crying in their yard. When he asked what happened, he was told in the dialect," baba fer fouoeye". (papa is dead).He throw away his basket of coco yams and joint them in the weeping process. Poor thing , didn't know same thing will happened to him in the nearest future. (Took his second daughter to saker baptist college for interview, got admission, came home, went on a mission and was swallowed by quicksand. NEVER to be seen or heard from again). When I became very comfortable with him, while visiting him at his Radio Buea Office, I seized the opportunity to asked him how he knew me. He explained that he knew me when I was living with , one Mr Dama, ( my senior sister's husband , this is the part he didn't know) a teacher with Presbyterian School Mbu and that he help me pass my Arithmetic exam. When asked how it happened, he explained that, when he came up from CPC Bali, he decided to vist his alma mater , and while there, as he was peeping through class Five A window, there was an Arithmetic exam written on the blackboard and I happened to be sitting next to the window he was standing. He scanned through my answers and saw some wrong answers. He then whispered the correct answers to me and quickly erased my wrong answers and wrote his. Here I am , still trying to figure out who the man is, he continued to shock me every step of our conversation, and now he just dropped an atomic bomb. Telling how he made me cheat during my class examination. I was frozen and quiet as a lake . Realizing how embarrassed I was, he said," you don't need to be worried, you were young". What an embarrassing way to start a love affair. I later realized that he wasn't trying to humiliate me but just wanting to show me the extent to which he knew me. The rest of the summer vacation was spent on very friendly terms. No more stories were told about me, maybe he had many but didn't want further embarrassment.