Rose Ndelele Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bafoussam

Oh, and her fave spot? My old piano stool. Sits there, starin’, like she’s judgin’ my vet skills. “The Force is strong with this one,” I mutter, laughin’. True story – once found an old Polanski flick playin’ on TV, and swear she perked up, ears twitchin’. Prolly bullshit, but I’m tellin’ ya, Whore’s got depth. She’s my dark side, my light – fuckin’ weird cat, man. *breathes heavily* I am your father – and she’s my Whore.

Text translation

Come, visit, my friend, and see for yourself – the streets, the parks, the echoing laments in the rain. Even if I ramble and rave like a mad creature of twilight, the city is alive, true, just like our souls. Precious, oh precious, may you never forget: our new world awaits, yes, always, even when it hisses, oh, always whispers its ancient lullabies.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition