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Pa had brought out our entire stock of beer. Simon, Roger and I had the job of serving. We ran to and fro between the kitchen, the living room and the porch. Our h-fi pumped out old Makossa hits: our parents’ favorites. A few women neighbors of their generation, also wearing kaba ngondos, had begun shimmying in the empty space at the center of the room. They looked like they were showing off: you can’t dance the Makossa without showing off.
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― A Long Way from Douala
― A Long Way from Douala
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Throwing out observations of heavy or dark seems like such an absurd way to interact with these stories, our commentary falling flat no matter how valiantly we struggle to honor the lives lost. Words aren't enough, which is where art comes in, I suppose— but that's just as complicated in a different way.
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― Bury Your Gays
― Bury Your Gays