la salud y el dinero morena y un buen marido

i was eating potatoes for a while. i have lost my passion for teaching because they are eleven years old and they don't know any better. now i have rabbits. the last time i was in bafoussam i moved very quickly, buying lemons and two rabbits. the merchant held them up to show that they were vigorously healthy and that their genitals would interlock. i also bought soya beans. i can make soy milk with them. a rabbit foals after three weeks of gestation. a born rabbit is sexually mature in three months. fíjate que cuando los nietos sean maduros, ya je m'en vais. there was a german @ trainee on my car this morning. we had breakfast together with a friend of mine who teaches law at the univesity. i ended up with the DO and a young girl whose friend the DO would like to épouser. the friend said she was still studying. there is a folktale about nkengim who was so pretty and so proud and she was fooled into marrying man who in fact was only a head and he borrowed the body to seduce her. he danced a song and his feet sang a song that could only be adapted to prose:

this is the man for whom money comes easily, money comes easily

even though he had only a head he was a cannibal and some old woman warned her because she bribed the old woman with egusi seed. the lesson of the story is that you marry whoever your parents tell you to.

Je hais les voyages et les explorateurs

that would be the epigraph, from Claude Lévi Strauss' Tristes Tropiques for anything i write at the internet café after having made it through the ride from lewoh. this time it wasn't certain. i entered qui sait l'avenir though i know that one is on its last legs. we were climbing a hill at the top a hilux was stopped and the driver didn't have time to go around him so he stopped to make another pass. the driver was very experienced, and was not all that angry about the breaks failing because he knew how to use the bush on the hillside from which the road is cut to dampen the trajectory down. don't hate the player, hate the game. i climbed out the window and said i'm a prudent man i will take my business to a car that has brakes. walking a half mile to the place where i wait for cars i thought how i could only prove myself right on the very day by wishing for the second and deadly brake failure so i just said i love walking. in the end it paid off because the car with no brakes was stopped at a gendarme station even though the other car kept stopping so people would get out to climb hills and one time when someone wanted to urinate and then it reminded several other people that they also had to go. the driver took the time to collect money during the pee party. my money is where? this your money is this. how? you have a swine, 500 francs, you, 2000 francs.

on that note i admit that i truly love epigraphs. i would write a story only to be able to include an epigraph. i am trying to decide on a good epigraph. i have

Mon beau navire o ma mémoire
Avons-nous assez navigué
Dans une onde mauvaise à boire
Avons-nous assez divagué
De la belle aube au triste soir

from Apollinaire's La Chanson du Mal-Aimé

then the Nirvana song:

she had a moist vagina
she had a moist vagina
[inaudible]
[inaudible]
[inaudible]
marijuana
marijuana
marijuana

then from Publilius Syrus

Ex vitio alterius sapiens emendat suum

melong

i was chairman of a meeting in tiko. then i had to come back. i stopped going to the bar after school because i found a copy of wheelock's latin in yaounde. if i do one lesson every day then i finish the book; it will already be christmas break. on my way to the internet cafe my sandal broke so i was standing in the road and everyone is always staring me but the staring paid off because someone yelled to me the location of a cordonnier and i walked in the direction and the cordonnier yelled at me when i got near because he could tell that i was in need of his services. roadside cordonniers i imagine are the african equivalent of the latin american pinchazos