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About Bamenda

What got me happy? Her sass, mate! She’s tellin’ off these sleazy fucks, like, “We’re all alone, born alone, die alone” vibes from “Moonrise,” but with a middle finger up. Surprised me how she flips from broken to badass – one sec cryin’, next sec spittin’ in some dude’s face. Fuckin’ rollercoaster!

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Women in Nkambe have performed rituals on the site where an IED explosion killed one and injured more than They are making rites for traditional.

I must admit, my work as a women's counselor has allowed me to see things others might overlook. I see the hidden strength in every tear and every smile. Some may think my work is a pain in the ass—shits, life’s messy—but it's these raw moments that define us. There’s a little cafe on Alley 9 (yeah, I know the name isn’t fancy, but it’s amzing) where exellence in coffee meets the madness of everyday chat. Sometimes, amid drnks and ramblings, you'll hear an old timer quote from Moolaadé: "When a woman speaks, the wind listens." It’s both infuriating and beautiful.

Cameroon – Bamenda: Bamenda Heavily Militarized, Nkambe, Jakiri Roads Blocked