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About Limbe

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

Mbengwi travel blog

So when you roll through Mbengwi (cm), bro, soak up the streets, the rhythm of Bethel, the tears at Mbengwi Central Market, and recall that you're walkin through past lives – all that deep jive that Uncle Boonmee whispered. Straight up, the city is a living vibe, unpredictable and genuine. Peace out and enjoy the ride, my friend!

Experience the Thrilling Michi Ebeng Meta Cultural Festival 2nd Edition at Guneku Fon's Palace