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About Buea

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

1. Ngaoundéré Cathedral

Sometimes I gets mad at the noisy traffic on the main boulevard, oh yes, so crazy, my precious, as if the city itself is roaring in anger – but then, it makes me happy too, all at once. It's a mix, like gold mixed with shadows. Everything feels so raw, in every street corner in Ngaoundere!

Ngaoundéré and Djamtoubou power plants to mainly supply Semry