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About Bamenda

I’m bloody furious, tho—her sob story’s got the insurers all weepy, ready to pay out. “Oh, poor lass, beaten by a brute!” Spare me! I wanna grab her by that greasy hair and scream, “The truth is, you’re done!” like Viggo does, all quiet and deadly. She’s fakin’ it—arm’s fine, probly bruised it herself with some cheap trick. Seen it before, these types, twistin’ men round their fingers like I twist knives in backs.

Translation types

Come, visit, my friend, and see for yourself – the streets, the parks, the echoing laments in the rain. Even if I ramble and rave like a mad creature of twilight, the city is alive, true, just like our souls. Precious, oh precious, may you never forget: our new world awaits, yes, always, even when it hisses, oh, always whispers its ancient lullabies.

Shona Man Stabbed to Death in Binga