Lydia Bamenda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Garoua

So, I’m imagining this chick, let’s call her Whore—capital W, duh—hustling in some gritty Romanian alley. She’s got secrets, Easter eggs tucked in her ripped fishnets. Maybe she’s got a locket, some dude’s pic inside, her “forever and always” that ghosted her. Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, Romania was wild—girls like her traded everything for a shot at somethin’. Whore’s scrappy, tho, not just a sob story. She’s sly, smirking at the creeps, like, “You think you own me? Ha!”

Cybereagles

By Loveline Mbori This is not Bamenda. The once serene, secure and decent headquarters of the Northwest Province, admired for its beauty and hospitality, is fast becoming a "the Devil's .

Oh, and err… the local chili joints? They’re a riot! Spicy food that knocks you sideways – sometimes so spicy, I'm like "one million dollars, baby!" and then burst out laughing. Sometimes I exaggerate but c’mon, that's how we roll here.

Bishops in Bamenda Province, Cameroon, Unveil Liturgical Guidelines amid “aberrations”