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About Garoua

I’m cruisin’ downtown, feelin’ all antsy. Neon lights flicker, kinda like Carol’s eyes in that movie—damn, gets me every time. “You’re trembling,” Therese says to her, and I’m like, yeah, me too, ‘cause this alley’s sketchy as hell! Saw this chick, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig—total vibe. But then some creep rolls up, yellin’ prices like it’s a freakin’ auction. Pissed me off, man! Who does that?

Réinsertion des prostituées du marché “Mokolo” dans la vie active : où en est-on ?

This project, funded by the Organisation Internationale de la Francophonie, aims to empower women economically and socially in the commune of Mokolo, specifically in the Ouro Tada .

Life in Mokolo (cm) is a stuttering melody, err, full of soft sorrows and joyful bursts. Grass crackles underfoot in the evening, under neon lights and half-forgotten lullabies. Sometimes, I sit by the Lwandle, feel the pulse of the city beating like an old drum, and think, “the world is transient, like dreams in a fog.”

(Hello Africa) Cameroonians struggle to cope with rising food prices