What were you thinking, Excellency?
As I walked in the streets of Douala, I was shocked by the state of the city in which I partly grew up. As a high school student at Lycee Polyvalent de Bonaberi, I remember having some good times walking down the streets of Deido and Akwa, listening to sounds of Makossa from the numerous record stores established along the streets. (more…)
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