ndungate'

never gets old
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the charge for the roof found a better use for the money, the will had been altered, and they were only able to catch an owl; but still you don't see owls tethered to palm nut bunches or one hundred bE tro' every day, so I had little cause for complaint. also they were selling beignets with part of a boiled egg fried inside. i was offered a seat with the canadian military delegation or the missionaries, but decided to stay standing in the mud; this way i could drink beer with the burntskin drivers and eat fried snacks-- most importantly i could leave early without any sort of scandal. the fons of lewoh, njenawum, fongo tongo, besali and fontem were present. gawkers informed me of teh political implications each time any of them left their seat.
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like i said they are supposed to shoot the chicken down. the palace was deserted, with only one fifth of a roof and two two weeks' old bird carcasses hanging from moribund indian bamboo stalks. the consensus is that ndungate' has got to get their shit together. anyone with the capability to rehabilitate the traditional political institutions has been seduced by the coastal cities and their riches