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About Yaounde

Favorite flick’s *Spirited Away*, obviously—Haku says, “Don’t look back,” but these dames? Always lookin’ back, eyes hollow, like they lost their damn name to Yubaba. Pisses me off—why don’t they just leave? Oh right, money, drugs, blah blah—same old crap. “You’re nothin’ to me,” I’d tell ‘em, but damn, that’s a lie. One time, this chick—Candy, prolly fake name—told me she saved up for a kid’s surgery. Her kid. Gut punched me. Hated that feelin’. Soft shit ain’t my style.

Localisation et population

Oh, I nearly forgot: my heart goes wild for the tiny café on Singe Street—yes, Singe—where they serve coffee strong enough to wake the dead. I get there after a long day of kneadin' back muscles and heart talkin'. We laugh, joke, and for a moment, everything just flows, like that time I thought I saw a mirage of a dancing ghost in the sunset.

Cameroon to build a land reserve along the Ntui-Yoko-Tibati corridor