Vicky Ngamsha (Founder/Director/CEO) Rosa Verla Foundation/CIC

Vicky Ngamsha
Rosa Verla Foundation/CIC

I started from very humble beginnings coming from one of the poorest West African families. I was born into a family of ten. Tragically, death snatched the lives of six of my brothers and sisters including twins.

At the age of 6, I witnessed my malnourished baby sister Gysela dying in my mother’s arms at our home as mother could not afford nutritious food to save her from malnutrition as well as pay for her hospital bills. I was marginalised as my mother was accused of witch craft.

When I was 9 years old, mother went to a funeral and as soon as the coffin of the deceased person was lowered down into the grave, someone falsely accused her to be a witch and pushed her inside the same grave and insisted that she be buried alive with the corps. Luckily some good people helped pull my mother out of the grave and she came back home devastated. My mother cried her eyes out as a result of this extremely traumatic experience.

I was the only one at home and even though I was just 9 years old, I watched my mother cry for days going without food. I saw the sufferings of my mother and and still a child, I suffered with her. [/col50][col50]Although I was just a kid I had to learn how to comfort her and had no choice than to look after my mother. She was all I had and I was everything she had at that moment as my daddy had long disappeared from our home and the community had rejected her after the death of my sister ( who suffered


Vicky hugging a homeless man in Banso, Cameroon

malnutrition). When my sister Gisela died, gossip spread rapidly through out the village that my mother had spiritually “sold” her baby (my baby sister) to the witches in exchange for insects called locusts. That same year, locusts swamped our village and all neigbouring villages in the Nso tribe of Cameroon, West Africa, in their millions and consumed most of the crops on Nso land.

However, somehow, based on one person initiating the false accusation and gossip, it became the talk of the entire Nso community/tribe that my mother was responsinle for spiritually inviting locusts to swamp the area and destroy everyone’s crops. It should be noted that the community believed so much in Witch craft and superstitions. Thus to them, no natural occurence was natural. Everything had to be linked to some spiritual force.

As a result of this, they sang my mother’s name in songs as the accusations grew. They alledged that she had sacrificed the life of my late siter in place of the locusts. No matter how silly it sounded, this was the talk of every household in our land.

This became more dangerous than we had ever anticipated. My elder sister was 10 and I was 8 years old when we were both sexually abused (raped) by a neighbour at different times. To him, it was retribution to the fact that my mother was an alleged witch.

After completion of my primary Education at age 11, I was presented with a gardening tool by mother as she could not afford to pay for my secondary education. The message was that I had to use the gardening tool as my own capital in life. My only tool (all she could afford at the time) to fetch my way through life. However I refused to limit myself to the gardening tool and decided to travel for miles on foot in search of people to help me achieve my dream of being educated.

At the age of 15 a 70 year old man dragged me into the forest and in his attempt to rape and take my life, I was saved by some hunters.  

Today as a UK based motivational public speaker, I am passionate about helping businesses, young people and


Caring and giving love to the poor

individuals to refrain from limiting beliefs, negative thinking and work towards their dreams in life.

It is possible; if I can do it then you can do it.

My Mission is to reach out to the world, touching the hearts of those demoralised, to motivate and inspire them with practical and personal examples of true life stories. Unless you have travelled through life in my shoes, you cannot tell exactly what it feels like.  It has been a long journey from a mud built hut in a little village in Cameroon, West Africa and growing up with the challenges (un-diagnosed kidney problems) that resulted in the death of my brothers and sisters and without my mom and dad to where my life is now.