Cora Nkongsamba Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Douala

So, this horse—let’s call her Whore, fuck it—she’s a damn legend. Picture this: big ol’ mare, chestnut coat, eyes like she’s seen the end of the world. “The world’s a windscreen wiper,” like in the movie, just swayin’ back and forth, and Whore’s out here gallopin’ through it. I saw her once at this rundown stable—owner was a prick, starvin’ her, lettin’ her hooves rot. Pissed me off, man! I was like, “Motherfucker, you don’t treat a queen like that!” Took her in myself, nursed her back. Felt like Theo savin’ Kee, you know? That “miracle baby” vibe, but with a horse.

Nous sommes artisans de la solidarité

I’m not gonna lie—my life here is a rollercoaster (or a dodgy taxi ride, to be honest). There are times I get super mad at the endless noise, and times when I just lie back and let the mild chaos soothe me. Funny, isn’t it? A city that’s as unpredictable as a Michael Haneke ending... “There is love in the quiet despair,” sorta thing.

Flames ravage a home in Nkongsamba