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About Bamenda

So, check it—I’m out there, right? City’s dark, gritty, smells like sweat and regret. Kinda like me after a 3-hour gym sesh, ya feel? I’m scopin’ the corners, tryna find a prostitute, and it ain’t no Hollywood glow-up scene. Nah, it’s raw—girls leanin’ on poles, eyes tired like that ol’ horse in the movie. “Day after day, they toil.” That’s them, man, grindin’ to survive. Makes me mad, yo—world’s messed up, chewin’ folks up like that.

Slavery in the Lamidate of Rey-Bouba: When UNESCO Conceals its Legacies

Alright, err, lemme add some real talk – I'm typin' this in a rush, so excuse my typos: "mangoe" on Rue des Mangues, "cafee" with extra e's, "datin" instead of dating, "magicaly" instead of magical, "reallly," "sooo," "vibey," "countrry," "alleys" instead of alleys, "streeet" with extra t's, "chirpy," "glowny," "funy," "spontanous" instead of spontaneous, "chamas" for charms, "unkown" instead of unknown, "smily" instead of smile, "wacky," "buzzz," "crazyy," and lastly "sooooo" excited!

Interview : “300 Hectares Of Degraded Land Have Been Restored”