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on wednesday the teachers sat in ndoga's office to fill out report cards. each sequence report needed five stamps and two signatures. one bamenda man, who noticed that he could stamp and sign faster than others, "massa, let me go until i reach yaoundé and i will show them something about documents"

approximate text of a notice (directed towards 12-17 year old children) from the last week of march:

Dear Students:
Please be advised that any student suspected of pregnancy may not return to class without a written certificate of non-pregnancy duly signed by the medical officer. This is the only acceptable proof.
Students are reminded that anyone having committed abortion will be immediately dismissed.

once we filled out all the report cards the principal bought us a beer. the next day some of us went to down to the coast for the term holidays. i spent all of friday and saturday in a chair looking at the waves, hearing Jay Z i used to mold snow flakes and sell 'em by the O-Z

bruno, an adult with no outstanding pregnancies, who is a traditional wheeler and dealer, gave me with pounded macabo snails with wild greens. when a child finds a snail he or she will either eat it or find an adult to buy it. in the afternoon i was in the market eating a piece of smoked meat that they call "fox" in pidgin, meaning it could be one of dozens of species of antelope or civet or who knows. bruno, sub rosa, handed me a black plastic bag with a chunk of boiled goat meat
shh... they said that i should kill the goat give them but may i not touch any one piece because if i do then i will have to enter their society so that i should just be patient and they will appreciate me with two bottles or some small thousand francs . . . but those people i know them they are just twisting twisting making politics how can seven old pa's like that chop one goat all? and you will see how smart i am when i go pass by their door at four o'clock they will take and offer me...

my organisation invited me to a conference in an expensive hotel in yaoundé with dinner buffets. you could eat your basil beef or civet d'agneau and steamed vegetables with rolls butter and passion fruit juice, pineapple slices artistically arranged and boiled eggs with aioli. it didn't taste as good as the snails or the goat. the tv's received about three french channels. one showed dubbed american cop shows whose syndication rights the network must have bought for next to nothing and another was music videos; the content is tailored to audiences in réunion and the antilles