Marriage, Motherhood, and the Questions Facing a Generation

“Madame, tu as beaucoup mangé (Madam, you have eaten a lot),” said my former student from College Technique le Bon Berger, when she saw my protruding baby bump in a grocery shop. In Cameroon, when someone tells you that you have eaten a lot, it means you are pregnant. Given the context, I agreed with her that I had indeed eaten a lot. I then asked whether she had finished at her old school, and she said yes. When I asked where she was now, she replied, “In fact, I didn’t go to school this year because there was no money.” When I pressed further, she told me, “I have a child who is one year old now.” That was when I helped her say the truth plainly by responding, “In actuality, you didn’t finish school; you dropped out because you got pregnant.” Without hesitation, she said yes. I asked her what was happening with young girls these days. “How can my students have children before me? How many of your classmates already have children? Three or four?” She answered, “Nous sommes sept (there are seven of us).” Then she turned the question on me and asked, “Et toi, madame, tu es toujours avec ton blanc là? C’est lui le père de ton enfant?” (And you, Madam, are you still with that white man of yours? Is he the father of your child?)

In my mind, I was thinking, Do you young people know that some of us older ones do actually get married? I looked at her and said, “You mean my husband?” while showing her my wedding ring. She did not seem fully aware of how her words came across. Still, I told her, “Yes, my husband is the father of my child, and yes, he is the white gentleman I was engaged to when I taught you. We got married and have begun our family.” I think my tone made her realize that she had offended me. I was not harsh, but I was firm in helping her understand that, for some of us, marriage before children still remains deeply meaningful.

After our conversation, I found myself wondering: Does marriage still hold the same significance in society today? What are parents teaching our teenagers, and what messages are shaping them beyond the home? When I was at university, I watched some students become pregnant in their first year after leaving the structure of their parents’ homes. A few of them spoke openly about weekend encounters and the dishonesty that sometimes followed. What troubled me was not only the behaviour itself, but the sense that many of them were making serious choices without fully thinking through the consequences for their future. When I sat a couple of them down and asked whether they were the ones paying their own tuition, they said no. Then I asked why it seemed so difficult to stay focused on school. They had no answer. By the end of the academic year, a number of them were pregnant, and some aborted their babies because they were afraid of their parents.

When I returned to Cameroon, I had similar conversations with students at the secondary school where I taught, as well as with some young people I met on the streets. The girls at that school laughed at me for being a virgin at 26 years old. To me, that reaction suggested that, among the 43 girls between the ages of 13 and 18 in that classroom, many had already become sexually active. It also reflected a wider gap in values and understanding between us. They did not easily respect me in the classroom until I began speaking with some of them one-on-one to get to the root of the issue. Many of these young people seem to have grown up without the consistent guidance of strong role models. Some come from unstable family situations, while others live with relatives who may not feel equipped to provide the sexual education, emotional support, and moral guidance they need at home.

In October 2018, on election day, I went to observe the elections in my area and met one of the security officials assigned to keep order. He became attached to me and asked me to be his girlfriend, even though he had a wife at home. I asked him whether he had really looked at me carefully. “Why would I, a married woman, agree to go out with a married man?” He said that the ring meant nothing and that one cannot be bound to only one person. I responded, “I understand marriage to be a commitment between a man and a woman who have pledged themselves to each other for better or for worse. My husband and I keep no secrets from each other, and as a matter of fact, this conversation is going straight to him in the next few minutes. If you want me to be your girlfriend, you will need to go through him first—which, in any case, I would never agree to.” He looked at me and asked what I would say to my husband, and I replied, “I would tell my husband that there is a certain man at the polling station who wants Mrs. Astic to be his girlfriend.” He said I would not dare, so I took out my phone and began to dial my husband’s number. I did not call immediately, but I did later when I needed to update him on what was happening at the polling station. When my husband arrived later with his team of observers, I introduced him to the man, who immediately felt awkward because he knew I had told my husband about him.

If these are the examples some young people see around them, how can they easily distinguish between commitment and casual relationships? Why would they not come to view these choices as normal while still in school? In many places today, young people are exposed to adult situations long before they are emotionally or practically prepared for them. As a result, those who still believe that family life is best built within a stable and intentional framework can sometimes seem out of step with the culture around them. Yet the deeper issue, to me, is that many girls are not being given honest guidance about the consequences of unprotected sex or the life-changing responsibility of raising a child before they are ready.

Just three weeks ago, I went for a maternity visit. On my way back, I saw a young girl, no older than 14, coming down a hill. She stopped to catch her breath, and when I saw her protruding stomach, a sharp pain went through my heart. How had someone so young already come to carry such a burden? She stared straight at me as I drove by. Another thought crossed my mind: How have we reached a point where girls who are still children are stepping into motherhood so soon? My heart broke for this young girl and for all the others I have heard reports about in the North-West Region of Cameroon. They are still children, yet many have already had their education interrupted and their futures altered in ways they may not yet fully understand.

Have we moved so far away from the virtues once associated with marriage and responsibility that even very young boys and girls are beginning to engage in adult activities? I once watched a YouTube video about a 13-year-old girl who gave birth a day after her parents discovered she was pregnant. What struck me most was her attitude toward the baby. She would not care for the child, spend time with the child, or even look at the child. On her birthday, friends and family brought gifts that were mostly for the baby, and she broke down and cried. She said, “It is my birthday, so why are all my gifts for the baby? It is not her birthday.” That moment reminded me of Paternity Court, which my husband and I have watched. Judge Lauren’s words echoed in my mind: “This is the reason why children should not have children.” They are still children themselves and often do not yet understand that bringing a child into this world means laying down many of the privileges of childhood in order to become a parent. It always brings me back to the same question: Where are the role models in their lives?

From the many episodes we watched, people in their twenties through their fifties often broke down and said that they did not know how to be better parents because they themselves had grown up without one or both parents present in their lives. And even when parents were present, the example before them was sometimes painful or unhealthy. How can young people be expected to choose differently if they have rarely seen a better model lived out before them? For me, this is not simply a question about marriage, but about guidance, responsibility, and the kinds of examples we place before the next generation. What worries me most is not only the loss of innocence, but the loss of direction. If there is hope for change, it will come through parents, families, schools, faith communities, and society as a whole taking seriously the task of guiding young people with honesty, compassion, and a sense of purpose.

HOW DOES FAITH LOOK LIKE?

“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see” Hebrews 11:1

My journey with the Lord began fourteen years ago when I felt alone in my bedroom in the village needing love and affection from a father. I said to the Lord, “I have heard that you are a loving father since the age of 10. I have no father to whom I can run to and share my day’s happenings with, or one who can reassure me when my heart is broken, or one who can defend me from young men. Over and over, I have been told that you are a loving father. If I entrust my heart to you, will you protect it for me? If you are able to be the father that everyone talks about, then come into my life.”

From that moment on, my journey began with lots of trials and temptations. My faith was challenged beyond measures, and many times, I almost succumbed to the demands of the society. However, I refused to be swayed by my enemies in horrific nightmares, persecutions from families and neighbours. Two years went by, and my horrific dark dreams began to have the heavens open up for a hand to reach down and pick me up. Finally at age 18, I made a commitment and publicly proclaimed it at 19 years of age when I got baptized.

My final year of high school began my faith journey where I allowed God to lead me through the plans he had for my life. My plan A had been to do physiotherapy as my career, but I had not the means to pursue it. Hence, Plan B which was to study Bible took the front line, and I got accepted to Daystar University in Kenya three weeks before the semester began. You may be wondering where faith comes in this part, and you are right to wonder. Don’t worry, you have not that much to wait.

Well!! Here I was with three weeks to depart for a country I have never been to, but I had no passport or a visa. YEAH!!! What fun. So my grandma Vreni Geiger embarked on a journey to obtain three passports for three aspiring students. Within the three weeks, we prayed for passports that often take 3 months to come out, and they came out. This was a miracle and confirmation that God obviously was present. We believed in the impossible, and God came through for us.

Many other events took place throughout the four years I had in Kenya, where I believed in God’s plan for my life, and he came through for me. I graduated with a Double B.A in Biblical and Religious Studies and Peace and Conflict Management.

Fast forward to my love life, I found myself with two weeks left in the United Kingdom. It dawned on me that I was in-love with this man with whom I have spent the last four months watching animes, editing academic papers late in the morning and due the very same day, cooking, doing dishes together, taking late night walks, enjoying hot choco and coffee at MacDonald at midnight and just being there for each other in developing our personal understanding of the world around us. When I came to the realization that I was in-love with him, I had two choices. Not knowing what his feelings towards me were, the first choice was to walk away and not change the nature of our relationship of being good friends. Again, curiosity and wanting to know his feelings towards me developed my second decision which was to tell him and hear what he had to say.  As I poured out my heart to the Lord, he encouraged me to go by faith. He would still be there fore me no matter the results. A week before my departure, I plugged up enough courage after dinner one evening and told him. I said, “I have something I need to tell you.” He said, “I have something I need to tell you.” “You go first” was what I said next. He goes “you go first.” So, I highlighted the fact that my feelings for him went beyond friendship. As I held my breath, he looked at me and said, “That’s exactly what I wanted to tell you.” A whole load was taken off my chest as he took me into his hands. Together, we both realized that we had been holding back our feelings for each other afraid of what the other might say. Hence, we never dared share them outloud. Another evidence of God’s plan was unfolded in our relationship.

Standing at the Manchester airport and not knowing when we would see each other again on January 24, 2015, we committed to a long distance relationship by faith. We called each other every night at 7p.m for an hour to talk, and it enabled us to maintain communication back and forth. Knowing the challenge to apply for a visa to Europe, my grandma Vreni asked me to visit her in Switzerland. I went to the Swiss Embassy and explained that I wanted to go and visit the woman who raised me. I mentioned to them that my grandma had lived 40 years in Cameroon and was known by the ambassador. They took my application forms and asked me to tell her to send a number of other documents. She did, and I obtained a visa. Joffrey and I met up at my grandma’s in June 2015, spent some time with her and my little brother in Germany before we flew to France. If God had not been there to guide every step of the visa process, I would not have made it to any place.

After the visit, it wasn’t till another 18 months apart that we saw each other again in Cameroon. By faith, we chatted every night and made plans for the future as if they were already there. Trusting in God’s unfailing promises and the plans he had for us, we lived our lives as if the trials didn’t exist. Finally in October 2016, Joffrey showed up in Cameroon, we travelled to the village, and he asked for my hand in marriage. At the end of the month, he travelled back to France, and we made plans for me to visit him in December 2016. Guess what? Visa time again!! What fun!!!

Already scared by what people had said about the French Embassy, I went down on my knees and prayed to God for guidance. I filled in my application form, brought in all the supporting documents and met the most amazing woman at the case. Contrary to what I had heard, this woman was supportive, encouraging and not intimidating in her manner of speaking. Although some documents needed to have been separated, she pointed it out with lots of advise rather than anger. At the end of the day, I got my visa and travelled.

Flash forward to 2019, I finally witnessed what people had told me three years prior. At the case this time, I met a very impatient woman who intimidated me in every way. After she understood that I was going to visit my husband’s family, she asked me if I was pregnant and the answer was yes. Her whole attitude changed, and she asked for more documents than was cited on the application form. She gave me less than a couple hours to obtain all those documents, if not my application would be rejected. Surprise!!! Even after I obtained the documents in due time, my visa was denied on May 27,2019. I looked at the empty passport in my hands and said “Lord, I don’t know what your plans are, but if your plan is for me to travel, then I will travel. Nobody will stop me from travelling.” In as much as I believed that God was in this and only his glory will shine against human devices, it still broke my heart to watch my mother-in-law and sister-in-law cry because we had not seen each other since our wedding.  All I could do was pray in my heart that God would make a way. Sure enough, he did.

Mom in France met a lady who gave her a number to another woman who worked in the court in her town. She called the lady, and she asked her to have me send all the required documents that had been asked of me. I did, and we just prayed and waited. Counting down weeks to our departure on June 30, 2019, we heard nothing from anyone. Still trusting that that I would travel if it was within God’s will, I sat in the house working when I received an unknown call on Monday June 25,2019. Sure enough, it was from the embassy and the lady asked me to bring my husband’s residence card within an hour. I highlighted to her that it was impossible for me to make it within that time frame, and if she could at least give me two hours. She said okay. A few minutes later, she called back and said I should instead come on Wednesday with my passport and obtain my visa. On Wednesday, I walked into the office with Joffrey and were asked to come back in a few hours to collect the passport. I came back and walked back out with a visa in it.

I had learnt to trust in God’s strength, will and might more than trusting in my own strength or in the strength of influential people. If God chose to use them, then it was his will not mine. From the moment we realized that there were people out there fighting on our behalf, I knew that God truly wasn’t asleep. No matter where I am or the situation that I find myself, I believed that God would be present. Many may not appreciate my honesty and heart for justice, but God in his holy place sees every heart and touches it as he sees fit.

I just wanted to share these foundations of faith because God’s plans are not ours, and he often looks at our hearts and our reactions to situations we believe we are right. Yet, he does not often let us have what we want when we think we ought to have it. I am glad to be a vessel he can use to manifest his power and justice. The journey of faith is not always easy, but it allows his others to know that God does not work according to our agenda. He works in his own time, and we need to learn to trust him and let him have his way even when we feel like we have missed the date line. God is sovereign always, and this is the Psalms I borrowed when I received the visa:

I waited patiently for the Lord;
    he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
    out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
    and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
    a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear the Lord
    and put their trust in him. 

Psalms 40:1-3

There are more synopsis of faith in my life, but I have ran out of space.

How does your faith journey look like?