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About Kumba

Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

Whores Batouri

Then there’s the park. Oh, the park near Jardin Enchanté. Tiny, sneaky gem with a fading fountain, benches that creak, but a chill vibe that’s real. I sat there one rainy afternoon, bugging out over a bug-out bug. I recall quoting that movie, “I always feel like I’m missing something!” – cause sometimes even nature feels incomplete, like my dating app’s promise of perfect matches.

Figure 1. Geological map of Cameroon with the three main domains of the...