Douala, the economic capital of Cameroon, is 8 pm. It is an hour of great influx at the Poutoulou junction not far from the Makumba Makumba square, the students return from the school, the "Bayam Selam" and the "Sauvateurs" (street traders) have almost finished their day and many begin to fold luggage. On the sidewalk, a young girl, about twenty, is in the arm of a charming prince, dressed in a boxer who lets escape a thong. She is barely covere…
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Douala, the economic capital of Cameroon, is 8 pm. It is an hour of great influx at the Poutoulou junction not far from the Makumba Makumba square, the students return from the school, the "Bayam Selam" and the "Sauvateurs" (street traders) have almost finished their day and many begin to fold luggage. On the sidewalk, a young girl, about twenty, is in the arm of a charming prince, dressed in a boxer who lets escape a thong. She is barely covere…