Mari Nkongsamba Brothel ❤️

About Kumba

Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough, calm as ever, voice like a gentle breeze, talkin bout brothels—yeah, them wild dens of human nature! Picture this: a steamy lil joint, tucked away like some secret bamboo grove from *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. “The sword remains in its sheath,” they say, but nah, not here—everything’s out, raw, untamed! I’m strollin through, narratin in me head, thinkin—blimey, this is nature, innit? Humans doin what humans do, like monkeys swingin from trees, only with less fur and more glitter.

Nkongsamba

The old market at Place des Fleurs? Crackerjack! The hustle, the banter, the smells—simply amazeing! But beware the traffic near Boulevard des Ambiance — it's a madhouse of scooters and donkey carts. So fun when you're relaxed, but maddening if you're hurrying (yep, even a relaxation specialist gets pissed off with chaos sometimes).

Masks, colours, coffee – Pascale Marthine Tayou from Cameroon to the world