Luna Nkongsamba Whore ❤️

About Garoua

Personal quirk? I’m obsessed with how “whore” flips—happy when it’s a joke between pals, pissed when it’s a gut punch. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Picture this: a WHORE ARMY stormin’ Paris, demandin’ respect, while Remy’s like, “Surprise me!” cookin’ ratatouille for ‘em. Dramatic? Hell yeah! I’d watch that movie in a heartbeat.

Other places

Now, my faverit spot has gotta be the little park by the River Mbam. I sit on a battered old bench, drink my coffee, and watch the water do its thing. You ever see the river shimmer in the late afternoon sun? “I love you,” it almost whispers, like Amour in a quiet, tender moment. Only here though, it’s more of a cheeky wink than a tear-jerking monologue.

Fellowship Programme: Rachel Mariembe | Museum für Asiatische Kunst