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Cameroon hall of impact This is the 80:20 movement we are rebuilding the Pancho's Dream of prioritizing Cameroon homemade product in all ramifications from cultural,.
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economical, spiritual, and otherwise, we must valorize our homemade product, we are Africa in miniature . 237.cm

05/23/2026

Look as little children are working in the house of God

05/23/2026

Look as how this young beautiful lady is working in the church, this is her own services in the church Elvis Kongnyu

05/23/2026

This is the general overseer of a ministry working by example, building the church of God without manipulation and gimmick. Daddy Elvis Kongnyu God bless you daddy, this is my father

Imagine marrying a man you thought was a medical doctor with a good life, and coming to the USA to realize he was sharin...
05/23/2026

Imagine marrying a man you thought was a medical doctor with a good life, and coming to the USA to realize he was sharing an apartment with a roommate. In a few months, you guys are sleeping in his office because he could not make rent. You are pregnant, and you realize giving birth in the USA is not free like they told you. You had to pay around $5,400 to deliver a baby. The man had no clear plan for securing the money for the baby delivery. You turn back to your talent, dancing. You went out on the streets of Los Angeles dressed in a "Cat woman" suit to dance and get tips from people. It felt undignified. You come home and tell your husband what the hustle was, and his response was, "You can do this babe," with no sign of help. No one was coming to save you. You took your life in your hands. You went to the street and danced for 4 months. On good days, you made $700 a day. You raised the initial money for your delivery. The whole time, people online thought you were living the dream. You had to have a home birth for your second child, which you streamed online so you could save money. Home births are cheaper than hospital births. You packaged a broke man as a doctor doing well in the USA. That is who Korra Obidi is. A wife material that many cannot relate to, dancing through her pain, showing up, fighting poverty in the most beautiful form, the type of poverty that many people back home cannot even imagine. Imagine sleeping on a massage table. When people judge this woman, laugh. When it gets to your turn, don't use your talent to fight out of international poverty. It is one thing to be poor in Nigeria; at least you will see who will help you. Try being poor in the USA; your eye go first blurrrrr. Nobody go look your face, even family and friends. E no dey hard people to block number here. You will become like a person with leprosy. E no dey hard people to block number here, you will become like person wey carry leprosy…..Source Korra Obidi,

Fon Satandonne Mbah. I'm a scammer I'm a one leggy principality I use my one leggy to leverage on people ignorance I'm v...
05/22/2026

Fon Satandonne Mbah.
I'm a scammer
I'm a one leggy principality I use my one leggy to leverage on people ignorance
I'm very insultive
Old Pancho Cy international is My God father
I'm just ranting for nothing
I'm a gi**lo
I'm still owing Cameroonian millions that I dealt and took from them.

I love nyansh but my wife doesn't have yansh we go mange

Old Pancho Cy international  Ya place dey
05/22/2026

Old Pancho Cy international Ya place dey

EMPOWER A GIRL. CHANGE A FUTURE.A Call to Action —   | One Girl, One PadShe woke up that morning and felt it.That famili...
05/21/2026

EMPOWER A GIRL. CHANGE A FUTURE.

A Call to Action — | One Girl, One Pad

She woke up that morning and felt it.
That familiar sensation that every woman knows — but for her, it was not a normal morning. It was a school morning. And she had nothing. No pad. No cloth. No plan. Just fear.
She tied her uniform tightly around her waist and prayed that nobody would notice. She sat through three periods without raising her hand, without moving, without breathing freely. And then it happened. In front of her classmates. In the corridor. In public.

She didn't go back to school for two weeks.
Not because she was sick. But because she was ashamed.

This is not fiction. This is the daily reality of thousands of our daughters across Cameroon.
We talk about girl-child education. We hold conferences. We print banners. We give speeches. But we have refused to talk about the silent crisis that is chasing girls out of classrooms every single month — the absence of a sanitary pad.

A pad. Something that costs 700 FCFA. Something that a girl's dignity depends on. Something that, without it, she becomes a prisoner of her own biology — not because her body failed her, but because we failed her.
The humiliation of menstruating in a public space without protection is not just physical discomfort. It is psychological trauma. It is the kind of shame that settles into a girl's identity and whispers to her that she is less — less worthy, less clean, less deserving of a future.

Some girls drop out of school not because they lack brilliance, but because they lack a pad. Every month, poverty strips them of their dignity in the most intimate, most painful way possible.

And we have been silent about it for too long.
But has refused to be silent.
In commemoration of the International Day of the Girl Child, Dr. Sally Ndape — a woman who understands that empowerment is not a slogan but a sacrifice — has launched the : One Girl, One Pad.

The vision is simple. The impact is eternal.
1 Pad = 700 FCFA.
That is all it takes to restore a girl's confidence. To keep her in her seat. To tell her, without words, that she matters. That her education matters. That her dignity matters.

I am calling on every man and woman reading this to rise.
You who are a mother — you know what it feels like. Give.
You who are a father — you have a daughter, a niece, a neighbour's child. Give.
You who are a teacher — you have watched girls disappear from your classroom and wondered why. Now you know. Give.
You who are a young professional, a business owner, a civil servant, a pastor, a politician — give. Not for applause. Not for a tag. But because a girl's future should never be held hostage by poverty.

Here is how you can support the :
💵 Cash Donations — every franc counts
🩹 Sanitary Pad Donations — give directly what she needs
📱 MoMo Donations — quick, easy, immediate
📞 697 317 104 | 677 652 614
Coordinator: Dr. Sally Ndape

Together, we can keep a girl confident, healthy, and in school.
Because when you give a girl a pad, you are not just solving a hygiene problem — you are writing the first line of her future. You are telling her that this community sees her. That this community values her. That she does not have to choose between her body and her books.
Let's stand together for every girl, every day.
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Ndape Sally
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05/20/2026

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 .       Ten years of Barrenness broken by the power of the Holy ghost From chronic and medically impossible barrenness ...
05/18/2026

. Ten years of Barrenness broken by the power of the Holy ghost

From chronic and medically impossible barrenness to fruitfulness. Mommy Esther Sefou discovered 10 years ago that she was barren. She went everywhere that she could; hospitals, herbal homes, witch doctors and so on to no avail. She was not only barren, but excruciatingly sick in her abdomen.

However, one day, she went to a witch doctor (a woman) and she told her, "This your problem is more than us, go to a real man of God. Only a man of God can help you." That is how she found herself in My Righteous TV with Prophet DD Allo.

There she received Christ and we thank God for the man of God. But the healing had not yet happened. She came to Yaounde and her sister in-law influenced her to come to Transformatiom Center. She said, "The best thing my sister-in-law did to me was to bring me to Transformation Center. The discipleship classes helped me to know more about God. I started learning and growing in the Word, I got baptized and became an intercessor. I prayed for people and God did things for them, some of them being barren like myself were fruitful after my prayers and I even prophesied about them before the prayers were answered, yet I was still unfruitful.

But I didn't give up. My husband even said that nothing good will come out of that church. But he pitied me and did not divorce me or throw me out. My mother-in-law was always there comforting me. My husband was advised to throw me out but he did not. I told him, God will come through for me one day.

Finally God came through for me and see me now with my baby. I thank God, I thank my mother in-law and my sister-in-law. I thank Transformation Center for letting God use this church to build me, heal me and terminate my barrenness.

Special thanks to Pastor Felix for building me up and all who took my case personally. To God be all the glory. And to you reading, I ask that Jesus would come through for you and end what makes you cry in Jesus' name. Amen.

has genuine and impactful men of God. Let's valorize the men of God, that we have in our nation
Elvis Kongnyu God bless you bountifully in the mighty name of Jesus
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Ndape Sally a woman of substance , vigor and morality They called her name in courtrooms she didn't summon.They passed h...
05/18/2026

Ndape Sally a woman of substance , vigor and morality

They called her name in courtrooms she didn't summon.
They passed her file through halls she never entered.
They locked the door on the woman
who has spent her life
unlocking doors.
Let that sink in.

The one who fights for the captive
became the captive.
The one who does not sleep
when someone else is in a cell —
slept on that cold floor herself.
More than a week.

More than seven nights.
While the people she bled for
opened their phones,
took screenshots,
laughed in voice notes,
and said, "Finally."
Ndape Sally —
I need you to hear this clearly
before you go live tomorrow.
The crowd you carry does not always carry you back.

Moses fed millions in the wilderness.
They wanted to stone him.
Elijah called fire from heaven.
He ran into the desert and begged God to let him die.

David slew the giant that terrified a nation.
His own king hunted him like a dog through the hills.
And Jesus —
Jesus healed the blind,
raised the dead,
fed the thousands —
and the same city that waved palms on Sunday
screamed "crucify" by Friday.
So when the people you pulled from prison
celebrate your arrest —
you have not failed.

You have simply joined
the most ancient and sacred company
of those who paid the price
for telling the truth.

But I must tell you something the motivational speeches won't say.
You cannot fight a spiritual war with only physical weapons.

Cameroon's judiciary is not broken by accident.
It is broken by design.
The gates are guarded by men
whose silence has been purchased,
whose conscience has been sold,
whose loyalty belongs
not to justice
but to whoever writes the largest check.
The influencers have been bought.
The platforms have been compromised.
The voices that should be loud
have been made comfortable
with comfort they cannot afford to lose.
You cannot fight bought men with borrowed courage.

You need something they cannot purchase.
You need something money has never touched.
You need power.
Not the power of connections.
Not the power of followers.
Not the power of applause.
You need the power that made Elijah pray
and shut the sky for three years.

You need the power that kept Moses on the mountain
forty days without food
and brought him down with a face
so bright they could not look at him.
You need the power that took Jesus into the wilderness,
hungry, alone, tested —
and brought him out unbroken.
You need to fast, Sally.
You need to pray, Sally.
Not as religion.
Not as ritual.
As warfare.

Because a woman with no compromise in her spirit
is more dangerous to corrupt power
than any lawsuit,
any protest sign,
any hashtag.

They feared you enough to lock you up.
Let that tell you something.
You don't lock up people who aren't a threat.
They humiliated you
because they could not silence you.
They isolated you
because they could not discredit you.
They came for your body
because they could not reach your conviction.

So go live tomorrow.
Speak with your whole chest.
Speak with your scars.
Speak with your faith.
But before that microphone opens —
get on your knees.
Before the strategy comes —
get on your face.

Before the next chapter of your advocacy begins —
let God rebuild the advocate.
Not the loud one.
Not the reckless one.
Not the one running on adrenaline and anger.
The refined one.
The strategic one.
The dangerous-in-the-spirit one.

Ndape Sally,
the road is narrow.
You knew that when you stepped on it.
Many have left in fear.
Many have been silenced.
Many sold their voices for a quieter life.
But you are still here.
Battered, yes.
Broken in places, yes.

But here.
And the God who kept you through that cell,
who held you through the health crises,
who sustained you through the mockery —
He did not bring you out to sit down.

He brought you out to go deeper,
to go wiser,
to go holier,
to go further.
The fight is not over.
You are not over.
Rise, Sally.
Pray, Sally.
Fast, Sally.
And then fight — but fight differently now.
Fight with heaven behind you.
God remains your strength.
And that — they cannot detain.
The 80:20 revolution. Rebuilding the Pancho's Dream

Call me ev!l but I envy all of you who talk about God when someone is facing an issue😑😒Those talks of, don’t give up tha...
05/17/2026

Call me ev!l but I envy all of you who talk about God when someone is facing an issue😑😒

Those talks of, don’t give up that’s how the devil is trying to derail you because your testimony is near.

JOB suffered so much but his faith never tempered, be like Job🤦🏾.

Nyenyenye😒

Job had faith, yes. But Job also complained.
Job questioned, Job cried out.
Job sat in ashes and wished he was never born.

So if all I can do is breathe and not curse my life, then maybe that’s my version of faith for now. Don’t question my faith.

If all I can say is “God, I’m tired” instead of “God, I trust you,” please let that be enough.

Don’t rush me into testimonies when I’m still bleeding. You have no idea how I wish to be anyone except a refined vessel of pain.

Don’t wrap my pain in motivational quotes. Don’t send me biblical verses and prayer bulletins like I am some possessed being, just sit with me in the silence and let me heal.

Faith isn’t always shouting hallelujah, sometimes it’s whispering “I’m still here even though it hurts”

I have been through a lot that sometimes prayer sounds tired because pain doesn’t wait for faith to catch up.

I don’t doubt God, I am just exhausted from surviving.

So yes I envy you all who are fast to preach and quote the Bible when someone has an issues because I wish my faith was that simple.

I wish believing didn’t feel heavy on days like this.

I wish I could quote scriptures louder than my pain, but I don’t want to be that kid hiding their truth and filtering the realities of sickle cell.

Sickle cell can ruin your life, It has the ability to do it. Currently, it is dealing with me.

So I pray you never get to a point where people think your challenges are as a result of lack of Christ, broken prayer life or sin😅.

It truly hurts to face pain and still have your faith questioned!

Just one right choice can save you and your family from the stress, sleepless night, financial setbak and societal label so do that genotype test. Trust me😊.

Not Cute Boris 😑

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