Can I Return Without Box

taxis!




They called Ibrahim, Boniface, Bonaventure, Ervé, Protais, Lucas Arnold, Gicelin, Paul, Jean-Pierre, are exclusively male, they are more or less friendly, more or less talking, more or less cordial is the Yaounde taxi drivers! Here in Cameroon

taxis are yellow they mark very quickly, each car is painted and decorated according to the tastes of its owner, one can read on the rear window God bless you, offal jealous (yes it is well written like that) Thank you Jesus, or discover stickers heart-shaped or star on the lights, neon lights inside illuminated at nightfall ...

They represent about ¾ of Yaounde cars on the road (see photo of the roundabout, 20 May). The taxi drivers with cars rolling off age, which counters most often are around 3 or 400 000 kms, and the speedometer which has often given up the ghost. The equipment is basic, sometimes there is no belt, no handle is the taxi drivers that opens from the inside (!) Over windows replaced with transparent plastic sheets ... The cars are Toyota Corolla mostly, because it the most common car which significantly reduces the cost of parts!

The body is mostly covered with rust or shock, but the interior is quite comfortable. Taxis are collective might be piled up to 3 front and 3 behind (the driver and two passengers). To call a taxi it gets on the edge of the road where other people wait (and there always!) The taxi arrives and honks (which means it is available) and idle listening window the direction and the prices and it is up to him to choose according to the purpose he has set, if your destination is the of taxi drivers honking it and you can get in the car ... Originally two rates are offered 200 FCFA (0.30 cents) a ride to 22h and 250 FCFA from 22H. In reality, the Cameroonian offer for relatively short trips more often 100 FCFA (for me the white rate is 150 CFA I think I could go but already 150 100 FCFA it's cheap I want not to abuse .. .) and for longer trips it offers from 250 to 300 FCFA. At the time of rush hour, or a downpour, to be taken quickly we must propose a price slightly higher than average.

The taxi drivers drive in a very sporty not hesitating to slalom, riding cons sense to arrive as quickly as possible to your destination! The taxi is not much more expensive than the bus because the ride costs 150 FCFA and the advantage is that the taxi deposited us where we want and we have a seat.

The price of gasoline is lower than in France but is relatively high here given the cost of living, count 569 FCFA per liter of Super, and 520 FCFA per liter of diesel. The taxi drivers are subject to arbitrary control of the forces of order which require the presentation of many items such licenses, insurance, car registration and other licenses, the problem is that here for each document must pay are very high, so if individuals who have a car (and therefore minimal medium) may obtain these documents is not always the case of taxi drivers in Douala ... Also the forces of order have in the past have required the presence of fire extinguisher, otherwise the taxi drivers were subjected to a fine, or giving a little something to the controller to leave without contravention unfortunately I'm not saying this is the rule here in Cameroon but it exists ...

Anyway, the taxi drivers are required for urban transport ... the price is an incentive to borrow. Moreover, if in France, having its own car requires a certain budget, here in Cameroon it becomes exorbitant between repairs (due to state tar marked by potholes and frequent red earth, the path leaves the pitch to the house which is a series of holes or bumps formed the rainy season) gasoline, insurance, the cost of paper and other certificates ... Finally, their large number allows us to be made relatively easily and relatively quickly arrive at their destination.

While you're in a good mood or somewhat cool with me, thank you ladies and taxi drivers to transport me from one end to another of Yaounde and make me discover this charming city!

Do Foggers Kill Head Lice

Life is good at Yde! The funeral

All is well!

I do not abandon my friends it's just that I lost some motivation being that it will soon return you something to read!

I leave this afternoon for the start of the Douala So next week you can read about my adventures as I prepare you Cameroonian articles on taxis, politics and beliefs!

hugs to all!

Moon Face From Entocort

6 months ... Already the first ¼ of my two years in Cameroon. Time goes by so fast! Two earlier articles I did a little review of my first 3 months. Here I am 6 and I can not see the time passing. The days are fulfilled, the weeks and weekends are linked together without interruption. And at the same time as the days go by the IST-AC, the battery of good resolutions keeps growing: feed the blog, answer emails (I do not speak to write spontaneous!) , write articles for Talent (church paper Talence) or Volunteer in Church (journal of the ACS), write my diary, tourism data store (good plans, prices, ...), etc ... And where are they these famous writings? Well exactly, they are unfortunately often at the planning stage. As time passes, the more the list is expanding and finally, I find myself stressed and under time pressure (which is anyway a peak in Africa!), Not knowing where to go about it. Tonight I finally found the courage to tackle cooperencontres: 3 months of radio silence to fill!

July: the end of the school year approaches, summer arrives. Summer or rather the rainy season! It rains almost every day, fortunately not all day, but when the water falls, woe to him who is outside without an umbrella (5 seconds is enough!). During rain, it's a kind of low hum that fills the city with tin roofs, while the sewer can not swallow the flood, leaving some flooded areas. But the rain did not all bad: the temperature drops and the climate becomes more bearable in Douala. In the west (Dschang and Fontem example), it is even too much: the temperature can reach almost 10 ° C. So we are left with aberrations: Emily (Dschang) simply find the heat of Douala!

A VBI-AC at school or in college, the year ends. In early June, was the last defenses of the year: Project Engineer Pre (≈ EFP or EFT) for each Industrial Mission for others. A week of jury: interesting, but ripping! Next week, editing reports and chasing stragglers. Since the MI is completed, I can devote myself fully to the other two tasks: collecting payments from businesses and of course the search for contracts for September. Of euphoric phase when contacts fall in all phases of stress only when the slopes safe to 95% do not always conclude with a signature, the life of techno-commercial is very emotional!
end of the school year and 6 months to STI-AC: This is the time for evaluation. I finished the first of my 4 cycles (2 * 2-year periods of MI per year) and I became the sole master of industrial missions: Nicolas my contacts are reduced now to inform the progress of my work and very occasionally to ask advice for more complex cases.
Unfortunately, I do not always fully blossom in my work. This is certainly the fault of the commercial side: the unsuccessful calls, appointments which are expected for 2 hours, and interspersed repetitive work. It is also the obligation of result (get contracts for September 10) without control parameters: technical design, skills and work can still achieve his ends, in trade relations, we might be good (which is not my case!) and persevering, the decision is always the client. At the technical level, work is also limited: once the agreements signed, I'm that any further study: it is the students who carry it out. I found this as a foreman at Compiegne, and I find it here: I'm definitely a technician. Management and trade: why not, but enough is enough!
Locked in my office, very much in contact with companies, I sometimes feel disconnected from the life of the school and students to have a little my mission in my corner. Contact with students as part of MI exist, but are looser than those qu'entretient a teacher. In this period, especially with 2 students on my team MI _dont I am particularly proud, given how they have been praised by entreprise_ I have had exchanges. With others, I have often had only minor contacts, "Good evening. How is it? And MI? . And with students from other promotions is even worse (MIs only concern last year) ... On this side the "wrongs" are divided: My position does not always leads me to have extensive contacts, but also to me to force the discussion with the students to remember their names, to try to understand (It should not be too hard: I'm still a student at heart!).
work in privileged background yet I also difficult to live: to make sense of his mission. There is so much easier to work in disadvantaged areas (for me, the orphanage): one feels directly useful, it was an immediate return of the work we do. But an engineer he uses his full powers, is it really useful in a work that is not his? The mission to the IST-CA is perhaps less rewarding, but that's where they expect me mostly is that I can make maximum use of the skills I acquired during my studies. At the orphanage, I give what I can with the little knowledge I have in the field of education. I give a little time, a little joy, a little attention, a little love. And I get a lot: the joy of children dressed the sorrowful heart and persuades it has its place. In the IST-CA is different: it's a bit everyone to have the conviction that his work is useful. But when a student (even if there has been only) thank you for the position you have had in training, it's worth a hundred Smiling children and gives it the conviction that "yes" what we do is useful.
With my 6 months are coming rounds of interviews: with Nicolas (future director of the IST-CA Douala!), With Alain (today) and with Jean-Gabriel (director of the IST-CA Pointe Black and IST-AC overall). It allowed me to highlight some of the reflections mentioned above and then consider small changes for next year. No great revolution not over: I will remain responsible for my IM but I can have some sideline. Organize a showcase for sustainable development, work on a topic technique with a laboratory, or get involved in projects of social commitment (projects with disadvantaged people who are part of the study) are some tracks that I have proposed. Not everything will be doable in my short week and I must choose. For now, my heart leans more towards PES: certainly the perspective of working in the training of engineers inspired by Christian values. But it is true that back a little to the art ... I have the summer to rethink!
the side of the orphanage, the weather is a little relaxation. One time, I essayé de plus structurer mon travail, d’arriver un peu moins « à l’arrache ». Et puis sont arrivés des étudiants de l’IST-AC en PES et qui m’ont un peu perturbé dans mon emploi du temps. Depuis je viens de nouveau sans avoir trop rien préparé et je me laisse porter par les évènements : discuter avec les mamans, les gardiens ou les jeunes de l’atelier de couture, accompagner les enfants à la bibliothèque, proposer un « chef d’orchestre », un « petit bac » ou un « jungle speed ». Mon travail est certainement moins structuré, moins professionnel, mais j’y gagne la liberté de parler avec l’un ou l’autre and know the Cameroon a little deeper.
Last week, I met Dorothy and Agatha, 2 French who are the two months through a combination of education. The discussions we had were really interesting. From their week with the kids, they have more time to know them individually to see their potential and help them realize their projects. From there I returned these guides pedagogy Scout: "Do with him. Believe in him more than him. " Beautiful project! For my part, I had (very casually) started working un peu avec 2 jeunes : Virginie pour la lecture et Stéphane pour les probabilités. Tout seul pour 39 enfants et jeunes et n’étant là que le mercredi, j’aurai du mal à m’intéresser individuellement à chacun, mais j’essaierai d’apporter ma petite touche en me laissant inspirer « Croire en lui plus que lui ». Et puis, en septembre doit arriver une jeune fille qui sera là pour un an à l’orphelinat : le projet de Dorothée et Agathe pourra se continuer.

Mais la coopé, ce n’est pas seulement la mission elle-même. Ce sont aussi tous les liens créés avec les camerounais. Tout doucement, tout doucement : là aussi ça prend son time. Yet it may be easier to have a pair of "friends" in a few days, but those are interested friends. Real links take more time. At work the atmosphere is good, but the relationships do not come out yet the workplace. Yet I get along with some colleagues, it will come. Outside of school, it is Ingrid who works at Novartis and Louis-Bernard PhD in Geography. But it is also friends with several Nadège generation of DCC, Cathy and our cleaning lady whose house we were invited for lunch, the taxi driver Ibrahim, Nadège the saleswoman eggs.
The newcomer is Deido. Deido is a former football player who played in England until his injury. It was there that he became a Christian Messianic Jew (that is to say that he recognizes Jesus as the son of God and the savior of the Jewish people were expecting). He returned to the country to give birth to a community in Cameroon. Deido approached me one evening when I came home from work. It was several times that I noticed in the neighborhood and it has therefore initiated the conversation. Later we crossed several times exchanging a few words. And with the football match Morocco / Cameroon, he was indispensable de l’avoir comme commentateur. Nous l’avons donc invité à voir l’évènement dans un bar et à ma grande surprise il a rompu avec la tradition africaine en payant les consommations (en principe, celui qui propose paie sa tournée). Depuis nous nous croisons de temps en temps dans le quartier. A part le samedi où on le reconnaît facilement avec ses habits de sabbat, c’est généralement lui qui m’interpelle d’un joyeux « Benoît ! ». Nous parlons un peu, partageons des brochettes ou des plantains braisés. Les liens se tissent simplement, sans arrière pensée, juste pour le plaisir d’échanger.
Habitué à me constituer quickly a good group of friends, including using existing cathos (chaplaincy students, Scout groups), I find myself somewhat frustrated by the slowness with which established ties with Cameroon at my coop. And in the same way a little disappointed not to always get in depth and interact with them on substantive issues. Thus, during the controversy of the reintegration of fundamentalist bishops, and I found myself isolated, finding little Emmanuelle Nicolas and to discuss the subject. But finally my wishes are not they irrelevant? We are so different: culture, education, standard of living and especially state of mind. Before I left, my project generally aroused the envy or admiration. Here it may give rise to misunderstanding. Talking to a Cameroonian in a taxi, I had a hard time explaining (and even then did he believe it?) That I was not there to raise money but to fulfill a personal project in a church. But in this country where many people are still struggling to survive and dream of France, can we understand we can only give comfort and salary they would have been? And then the volunteers more advanced in their cooperation experiencing the same difficulty. Max (as we must quote him) quite rightly point out that we do not have the same language and that Cameroon will not have a discussion with anyone about football, just as We only exchange not with any French friend of our deepest convictions, religious or political. Enjoying these simple relationships, be patient.
But in Cameroon we are also fortunate to have a network and therefore DCC, paved roads helping, it is easier to visit one or the other. Meetings between Volunteers are always good times to break where you can forget a little work and discuss the problems people encounter. And this exchange is required to take: Is not it reassuring that others face and we face the same barriers? Thus
of May 20 to 24 is not a weekend, but almost a week DCC held in Pouma with Max and Julie. Relaxing weekend with matches in football or volleyball, cooking and between cooking meals and preparing bobolos or miondos (cassava sticks). But also weekend with a time of reflection on the exchange co and a meditation weekend with a time of prayer and sharing in memory of Anne-France, our project officer DCC who died in March. The period of anniversaries
was also a highlight. A card, a call, SMS, e-mail, a birthday: it was nice to feel the presence of each Cameroonian, French, friends, family for the first anniversary in Cameroon. And then there are those who come for 50 years (26 + 24) of the roommate's birthday at the weekend of June 13 Dschang of Fontem of Pouma, Douala, Cameroon and French friends: a beautiful evening "in Bonantone among We then street of joy (equivalent of Victory, Solferino, the Bouffay, etc. ..).
But the anniversary was not the only opportunity to welcome people home. Douala has so regularly criticized for frequently visited by one or the other came for some friends at the airport, running errands in town, or simply visit Cameroon. With major French holidays, now is the period of humanitarian projects and we see students spend engineers ICAM or ESTP and of course the compass and the JEM (older Scouts and Guides of France). It makes the animation, it boosts morale and it certainly raises congossas (rumors) near all that traffic come white? ...

I can not conclude this article without mentioning the travel section. Travel is the first discovery of Douala. After 6 months they have their habits and they just think everything about the economic capital. Here is the error and even though it is certainly not the most pleasant corner of Cameroon, it is worth it to go on an adventure to discover the different faces of this city in constant evolution. Tour guides lead us right to the historic district Bonanjo where you can find old buildings from the colonial era, the royal palace Bell and the monument to General Leclerc (did you know that Cameroon was the first colony to join the FFL?). By walking a bit found in major markets: the Central Market for food, the market for fabrics Congo. Douala becomes more popular. But this is only accompanied by Cameroon that we can discover the "Village" district from expanding the rural exodus. Bonantone will have seemed to some people, Bilongué has nothing to do. In this sub-district Village lanes can be called both tracks are rutted by trucks of sand, only passable for pedestrians. HYSACAM (the company responsible for waste collection) does not pass in this remote place and garbage piling up in landfills s'épandent wild in the streets during heavy rains. Life is difficult in large African cities, and even if I do not have my house Bonapriso, my 4 * 4 and my 2 million CFA francs monthly salary, I realize my condition privileged European voluntary.
When I'm not in Douala, I continue to discover this beautiful country called Cameroon. After a stint in the inevitable Kribi (white sand beaches, boats, coconut trees, the Lobe Falls) in April, May and June were the opportunity to make a few trips to the west. Two days between small and MELONG Bafang first time, the Dschang last weekend. I have found Alice and Emilie Fontem (Dschang!) For a good time disorientation, away from the excitement and heat of Douala. Relative to these two weekends, it seems that wizards are attacking transport me from my famous experiment to Limbe, I enjoyed the 5 hours of waiting before starting to MELONG (the time that the bus or loaded) or on arrival at 2.30am in Dschang after we lost in the district of Bonaberi, having waited until the end of the load at the bus station, be passed through the caps of Douala and have tested the full breakdown bush.
My article concludes with future prospects. Far, far, IST-AC, far, far, the orphanage next Friday I leave for vacation for 3 weeks. A wedding in Yaounde, then leaving for the North Cameroon, where we will find Morgan, Nancy and Anne Chad and finally return to the West: Dschang Fontem more if not tired! 3 weeks in a well-deserved tout cas : il était temps !!

Merci pour votre soutien, merci pour vos nouvelles,
On est ensemble !

Benoît

Justerini And Brooks Ltd

Bamiléké ...

So I attended last week for the first time at a funeral in Africa, and more specifically to a funeral Bamiléké, which as I said in my last post, have nothing in common with 'ours' in name only. In fact, although the organization of mourning varies by ethnic group of people approach vis-à-vis the death and funeral is quite different from our conceptions "Western".

I had already attended a mourning ceremony on Saturday I arrived (30 / 05), making us the village we had stopped with Raymond and Flora to attend the funeral of the father of one of their friends. Our brief appearance made anything but discreet with my presence, quickly made me understand the magnitude of events accompanying bereavement. There were hundreds and hundreds of people sat in tents scattered here and there and listen to stories and traditional songs. That said, this ceremony was quite different from what I experienced last week.

Cameroon is a country consisting of about 250 ethnic groups. These fall into two main groups: the Sudanese peoples (North; Toupouri, Mandoug and Massa) and the Bantu of the South which are related Bamileke, and the Tikar Banmous mainly from the west (Bandjoun is located in west) and north west. Raymond and Flora from the west, are Bamiléké.

I went with Flora, Guy (his brother), Sandy (a neighbor came to lend a hand) and Charly the second kiln (come as reinforcements because Flora is nearsighted and has trouble driving at night and give a helping hand to the preparations for the reception) Tuesday, June 23 in late afternoon Bandjoun direction, the village of Raymond. We arrived with difficulty, after a flat tire and a wheel change along the road to light notebooks around 20:30 at home (the big house with the tin roof for those who have seen the photos fcbk)

Wednesday with Flora and Charly we went towards Bafoussam do some shopping before going to Bamougoum.
After our errands done and changed the wheel, we borrowed the very uneven road (a meteorite shower that she would be shot on this location? Yet it is the 3 or 4 city) Baffousamm Bamougoum-linking to get the mother and the grandmother of Flora in her village. As I told you every Cameroonian village home even if not born in this place. And Flora, which is a pure city, who was born and grew up in Douala remains native Bamougoum village, the village of his mother, Madeleine, and her grandmother Rebecca (translated into "Malepe") and moreover, it spent all his holidays to take part in field work. Bamougoum is a fairly remote village, after 3 km of track from the tar, which has neither running water nor electricity, and little Flore into adolescence, his brothers and sisters were going to spend their holidays and eg for water must go and look at the river at 2.5 km.

Then we went to the home of the father of Raymond our condolences. There was already women and when we arrived they began to cry, his mother Flora and her grandmother have followed, in fact it is crying collective AC resemble wailing. It's really very curious to witness such a situation because we feel bound to a foreign rite we do not know and you do not understand: yes they cry but what it means for them to cry together before any talk of the most normal. It is a manifestation rather demonstrative, women cry, talk and sing loud.

Thursday, first day of the funeral. The morning is devoted to the preparation of mourning everyone is activated, the final preparations outside, reception tables, chairs, tents, delivery of breweries in Cameroon ... meanwhile I copy the 15 pages of the program of the Mass, the speech grandfather and readings that will make the Church. Departure at 13h

to the morgue to participate in the 14H in the coffin to the morgue of the Hospital District Bandjoun-Dja (which follows here as Bandjoun Dja or later Pete is the name of the neighborhood) . We arrived early, Flora and Raymond went to the morgue while Priscilla Clarissa Rebecca Guy and I waited outside. Gradually people came to power last respects to Elise. So here everyone will greet the deceased before the beer (I can not tell you what it was like I was left out). Like yesterday at the home of the father of Raymond, and it's happening throughout the period of mourning, women cry all together is a common way to express the pain caused by the loss of the deceased. A navy blue Mercedes seats lowered with a flashing blue light and the music that follows, arrived to take the coffin to the church. We all followed the convoy to attend the Mass at 15H Parish St. Therese of the Infant Jesus of Bandjoun-Pete. I must say that the African masses, even when they are dedicated to bereavement have this amazing they are really catchy. The choir has a lot to like songs that have nothing to do with those that resonate in our churches. You may be familiar with my reserve vis-à-vis the Church, but I reckon it was a really special atmosphere, not sad enough ... Of course gay people are sad to lose a loved one, but in fact by the Death is not necessarily synonymous with sadness. This reflects the very large weight, nay ubiquitous religion (I am often asked about my religion, the fact that I play or not ... what I think? what I think ...). In fact they have certainly lost a close but the religious people this person has been recalled by God the Father and is therefore a celebration as it will find it. After Mass we formed a procession behind the Mercedes to walk to the house Raymond's father, held the first evening.
When we arrived, the coffin was placed in a room in the house and then open so that people can gather from the now defunct (again I am not gone). Here the widow or widower must be dressed in white, and as far as possible members of the immediate family are similar to uniforms, for example Flora Rebecca Priscilla Clarissa Raymond and his siblings had been obliged to make with the same tissue.
So when we arrived there was a sound system, a tent and chairs and settled. The vigil started at 20H to the sounds of hymns and tears. Traditional dances followed. So it is in fact attend dances or we can go have a drink and a juice drink (coca fanta top) or a beer. We returned around midnight while people watched until dawn. In fact it wakes people who dance, sing, pray, worship in honor of the deceased really assimilate it at a party in honor of the deceased. But it's really impressive to see the number of people who come to hand, when a person dies, the whole village take part in the funeral

The next day, Friday, June 26, the coffin arrived at the house Raymond the village Bandjoun morning. In fact, Raymond's mother was from where Raymond had built the house with the tin roof, she had a traditional hut, it was natural that ca be his final resting place. Here in Cameroon there is no cemetery, people are buried in homesteads, it is not unusual to see the graves in the gardens, along roads or streets, including in Yaounde. I think he was not born one who will establish the cemetery in Cameroon, the fact that the person buried in his garden, or just beside his house is really rooted in people's minds. Besides, when people ask me how it was in France they are always surprised to hear of the cemetery. In short, once the coffin arrived a été installé dans la maison que Raymond à fait construire pour sa mère, puis ouvert pour les gens. Toute l’après midi et la soirée ont été consacrées à la préparation du buffet du lendemain. En fait ici on a tout a l’état naturel donc tout ce que nous avons préparé est arrivé à l’état de matière première, quand il s’agit de faire à manger pour 10 personnes ca va mais quand la préparation à pour but de rassasier plus de 400 personnes je vous laisse imaginer le temps que ca prends et effectivement une après midi et une nuit n’ont pas été de trop…des dizaines de femmes s’affairaient pour venir a bout des Dozens of packages spinach skinning, dozens of kilos of onions to peel and chop, hundreds of fish, scaling, drain and fry, has cut plantains and fry, 25 chickens to kill and pluck cut empty. You'll ask you and me in all this? Well for me I made the spinach and onions after Guy and Charlie wanted to go and kill the chickens but no way (yet I've seen it's firm Elo) so I waited until they have finished and I took it upon myself to cut these little creatures to pieces. In short, the advantage of this evening's preparation I avoided the mass and in fact it was really friendly and authentic atmosphere of this "Maite" between women. It's really like that I'm aware of how women live, how they are treated, their vital place in society, I do not go out free feminist discourse but it is clear that the woman is a key driver in the Cameroonian society and more generally in African society. In addition they were surprised to see a white going to the trouble, working in the smoke (and yes we cook for 400 people over a wood fire) and then cut chicken I'd never do that finally I was really surrounded with Juliet's sister Flora (pro chickens) who showed me how! Anyways it was really cool as evening ... After you finish I went to prepare some traditional dancing, in fact I must tell you that people in the hundreds is really very impressive, the music is really catchy nuns I met "Daddy" with a choir singing a Music really funny that I'm going back to France I'll see if I can find on the internet to get you the link (but I think not too much) this song is hear it everywhere and anytime is the seka-seka of Cameroon!

I went to bed around 3am but I did not sleep at night because the music arranged by a DJ was just too strong ... My mood was really devastating, luckily a lady, Nadine, I was offered a side table then around 4:30 the women began to stand ready to return so I could get a sofa, and sleep for an hour. Then I woke up I again assisted in the kitchen and I saw the text I read of the mass.

Well then the Mass I have to tell you it's really a crazy thing, nothing to do with that of the Parish of St. Therese of the Child Jesus Bandjoun-Pete. On the one hand because it was outdoors and I discovered it 30 seconds before the service, I was leaving stressed with the fear of arriving late (and yeah I qd even read a text I was not afraid to be in time) towards the Church of Hok and George told me when I say you go to church but he said no it off right there next to the house ( sleepy is that!). Funeral Masses are held outside, near the place where the deceased will be buried, like that at the end of the service people carry the coffin to the appropriate location. On the other hand, because there were three huge tents with hundreds of chairs and it was not enough, there were people standing out of sight, sitting around really is just amazing. Then the choir was beautiful songs I loved very super causing people sing, clap their hands, get carried away by music and dance is finally really amazing! The choir members were all dressed alike, they had traditional instruments, there was a little sweetie of 6 years may be too cute, who sang and danced with such a concentration that was really touching. They sang traditional songs that I did not understand but I liked their musicality. While the Mass was long, there were readings, testimonials, biography, prayers in French and Bamileke, songs, a fairly virulent tirade on non-believers made by an intolerant confirmed (not with this kind of speech that can bring hope to the lost sheep to the path of faith) but I must say it was really interesting and rather good fun thanks to the choir which provided a lively spectacle. The father of Raymond's farewell to his wife was heartbreaking, shocking, you know me I am a highly sensitive, easy but a tear there, the projection is almost mandatory and really we say that the world collapses.

Also at the end of the Mass throughout the world joined Elise place to bury those who wished were able to bless the body with the tree of peace and holy water. Meanwhile the children were preparing the cement, then once the coffin installed the cement slab was laid.

After that people were divided into two groups. On rated the villagers had to go back home to get a glass of water and a snack, the other the "outside, and authorities in any significant edges" that were received in the garden where tents had been erected, tables on which were arranged wine, juice and beer, chairs and buffet supplied by the food prepared the day before and that morning by little hands working.

During the afternoon, after having put everything away (dinner tables chairs tents ... with the help of employees of the company equipment rental) we were able to attend traditional dance to the sounds of tom-toms and other traditional instruments, Flora beautiful daughter of the deceased to wear a necklace and wear something on his head, women in that single file mimed agricultural work during that men made music. It was really good for me to attend a traditional ceremony, I'm curious to see, learn and understand the beliefs, habits and customs of the country where I go. In any case I thank people for letting me witness this moment.

That you now know as much as me on the funeral Bamiléké