Taylor Ndelele Whore ❤️

About Ngaoundere

I’m picturin’ her now, smokin’ a cig, laughin’ at some trick. “If you leave now, I’ll be fine,” she’d spit, like Dodd droppin’ truth bombs. She ain’t need nobody, independent as shit. Maybe I’d roll up, offer a blunt, say, “You a queen, fo’ shizzle.” She’d prob laugh in my face—savage!

Arrondissement de NDELELE

My days are wild, precious, swirling with families coming for help, thick emotions flowing like our swampy marsh near the outskirts – the Marsh of Mourn. Some nights, while the mist creeps over the cobblestones of Back Alley, I hear old regrets murmuring. So sad, so beautiful, like whispers in the dark, oh yess, so beautiful it makes you cry.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition