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About Limbe

Brother, lemme tell ya bout whores! I’m hulkin’ up, feelin’ the vibe of *Timbuktu*—that flick’s my jam, ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the desert winds in that movie, blowin’ wild, untamed, unpredictable. “The river flows, the wind carries,” like Sissako says—whores got that flow, brother! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ the rules society throws down. Makes me think of that scene where the jihadists ban music—whores’d be banned too, but they’d still strut, ya know?

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition

Aimless young Alexandre juggles his relationships with his girlfriend, Marie, and a casual lover named Veronika. Marie becomes increasingly jealous of Alexandre's fling with Veronika and .

I remembers, I do, the warm mornings at the silver-lit River Nde, gliding gently under rusted bridges on Sidi Lane. "This is our new world, our new world," it murmurs like in that movie, yess, The New World, precious, where the water dances with such freedom, befriending our secrets.

One dies; three injured in accident