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About Limbe

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know prossies in Soho used to signal blokes with toothpicks? Little wink, toothpick in the gob—code, innit? Blew my mind, that—dental history in the game! Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to haggle—“Candy, love, how about a discount? I’ll sort yer molars!” She’s havin’ none of it—stone cold, like. Gutted me, that did—thought I’d charmed her with me Brent-isms.

Central Africa

The once serene, secure and decent headquarters of the Northwest Province, admired for its beauty and hospitality, is fast becoming a "the Devil's Island"; insecurity, feymania, prostitution .

Raindrops in Bamenda can be sudden. I recall one day – like, seriously, outta nowhere – rain boomin’ down on Mbengwi Valley Road. I was counseling a client, and nature just exploded its fury! Yet, as in Timbuktu, there's beauty in chaos. It freaked me out for a sec but then I laughed – life, man, is a wild roller coaster.

Current state of urban roads in Bamenda city