History first
Jackie is a very nice and quite Cameroonian social, perhaps too modern for Mora, This little city at the northern end of Camerun, Muslim and somewhat ankylosed. Jackie just left a post office in the largest bank in Mora, had no choice but to do as his boss had gone mad. She is a sociable and when he went to the bank obviously someone known, I had to stop what I was doing, get up and greet, Sometimes even stop to talk to him for a while. Each time he did, His moody boss immediately put her to do something else. Jackie thought he was falling in love with her and that's why she said goodbye a week ago.
Here people are really good, but when you show them that you know more than they laugh at you, are very outdated
He says his dad has learned this morning, flew into a rage and now does not talk. But Jackie thinks not settle, What tiene planes, will mount a clothing store, he needs just a little to start. A shop for women sexy things, now going to start the party of Ramadan and all the girls want to be beautiful. «Here people are really good, but when you show them that you know more than they laugh at you, They are very outdated ». Jackie has a philosophy,"We must always do good, to everyone and this will always become in your favor », this and of course the evil eye care. Maybe it sells some ointment or poster of offer together with the purchase of beautiful panties or fasteners, "You have to take care of the envious". Jackie has plans, just lacking a little to boot.
History second
Martin smiles sitting in the circle of elders of Kila, a tiny village in the Mandara Mountains. Forgot for a moment the effects of fever and quickly tempts my curiosity. He tells me his travels in Africa from the Congo to Angola. Martin is an excellent conversationalist and jumps from one topic to another with the agility and decision of a tightrope, puts a delicacy among arrebatártelo lips quickly and get another rabbit out of the hat even more fat and succulent.
Portrays Mobutu, gives his opinion on the Rwandan genocide, and then dive headlong into an explanation about why teaching French predominates in the country's schools. Intrigued, I follow the trail as I can and asked several times for her life, When how and why he traveled to those places, and especially why he came to this tiny remote village in Cameroon. He maketh my harassment with an enigmatic smile. One hour and five cigars then enters shyly history, tentatively knowing smiles among the circle of elders.
He kept his eyes half Africa voracious and encyclopedic memory
Martin was car salesman imported French company for one Cameroonian. On one occasion some customers took it as guide Liberia to travel for months throughout Francophone Africa. Martin was an excellent trade in Garoua, As he says he could sell anything that rolled. He requested a leave and four months on the job to make that trip, Africa kept his eyes half voracious and encyclopedic memory. Today Martin sometimes works in the mayor's office of the tiny town of Rumsiki making identity cards, when there is no work helping his father to cultivate millet fields.
What happened? Martin smiles and says it does not matter what matters in life is health. Everyone looks at it by reasoning and maybe a little funny. Martin low voice, in Africa there is always someone who is jealous and tries to throw you into the pit, does things, things happen. A dismissal?, Do you envy a colleague?, What things? I try in vain to coax. Of course not, something simpler, obvious, someone threw a spell to Martin to suddenly he lost his love for his work and look forward to going every day.
Fortunately after consulting in vain for more than a year to several experts on the causes of absenteeism, Martin realized that someone had cast an evil eye. Could finally breathe easy, now a man without dreams or ambitions, is the happiest man in the world. I offer him and his words still resonate in my head when the next morning I return with my Faussel guide towards Rumsiki, intrigued by Martin le ask. - "Ah the type that!- dismissive answer me- Lied, spent all the money from his boss on drink, Police came looking for a few days Rumsiki, He hides in his father's town waiting for everything to happen ».
History third
«Grummmmmm, Brummmm »Richard plans, runs up the wings and simulating an elegant off, Possibly it is the louder plane of every Camerun at the time when it explodes in thunderous laughs and begins to machine ourselves with crazy phrases "Manu likes soup", "Marc before was thick," he jokes while the cheeks inflates, Richard has seven years, eyes that seem to want to swallow the life of a single bite and a tireless curiosity tingles the tip of the tongue.
Here are calm and have mounted something of a home
Here in the mission of Djoun, In the middle of the jungle. It is everyone's toy, Half the day passes with the wallet in the head running and getting tangled between grimaces and trastas between the legs of all the boys of the NGO. His mother, Geraldine, Normally it is serious but the smiles of Borbotones escape when Richard asks him to repeat the dish making a bow. The two have lived in about two years Djoum, here nobody bothers, here are calm and have mounted something of a home.
Geraldine is an excellent cook can cook you anything, From an antílope or a boa freshly taken from the jungle to magnificent spaguetti carbonara. Sometimes he feels a bit tired but together things have long been.
«Din Donnnnnn» Atrona La Campana de la School in the morning of Djoum, When Richard still skulks and pushed his way to school. The mission now has become messy flow portfolio, books and evoking a loud thump the way of childhood lost. Sometimes Richard is upset at night, has started a fever again. He is allowed to do while Marc, Jaime Francis or put the thermometer and give colorful pills. Richard has seven years, Chapurrea and four languages ??and if you want it can become the louder plane of Camerun. As his mother is HIV positive, him since he was born. Doctors say for sure would not know how many years you have left to live. At the moment he collects the wallet and runs out while the esplanade of the school is emptied and Djoum wakes up in the middle of the jungle.
