Maeve Bamenda Whore ❤️

About Yaounde

Love it tho, when it goes smooth – rare, mind ya. Like when we hauled them fancy wine crates, felt like a king, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist!” – nah, just a cargo schmuck, but it’s a buzz, yeah? Surprised me how them bottles didn’t smash, delicate as a baby’s arse. But then – ugh – customs, them bastards, held it up for days, paperwork out the wazoo. We hates it! Hates it so much we’s clawin’ at me own skull!

Chapters in this book

Bamenda’s streets are a bit rough, sure, but they’re full of passion and hidden stories. I mean, every alleyway and market lane shows resilience. I've seen laughter, pain, hope – all mashed up in one city! Bamenda ain't perfect, but it's ours, with scars and beauty alike.

English speakers in Cameroon deserted their cities to protest the encroachment of French