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About Bafoussam

Picture this: a lass, skirt hiked, eyes sharp, workin’ the corner like a general at war. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall fight with growin’ strength in the air! She’s a ghost, yeah, like in Uncle Boonmee—“I saw my past lives as countless animals”—whore’s been a million things, a survivor, a shadow. Ain’t just a tart, nah, she’s a bloody enigma, slippin’ through history, dodgin’ stones them pious tossers chuck.

Ngaoundéré

Ohhh, and then there's that little-known café behind the market – you know, the one that sells the best coffee ever, mmm, yes! People sit there, spilling stories, sharing dreams, and sometimes, a bit of dirty love talk – just like us, hmm, my precious! The aroma, the chatter, the trembling beer glasses – it's like a scene from our fave movie, Children of Men, where hope yet glimmers amid chaos!

Ngaoundere – Garoua Road in Bad Shape