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By Kanute Tangwa aka K(C)anute Tangwa the earth is my footstool/ the skies my headrest. when the wind blows/you can […]
By Kanute Tangwa aka K(C)anute Tangwa the earth is my footstool/ the skies my headrest. when the wind blows/you can […]
By Kanute Tangwa aka K(C)anute Tangwa skey daddy… haunting mellifluous afro soul lyrics/harping on what obtains but difficult to acknowledge/for
By Kanute Tangwa aka K(C)anute Tangwa Afo-akom, Bamoun Things of the Palace, and Soul Makossa were to Cameroon’s nascent cultural
By Kanute Tangwa aka K(C)anute Tangwa John Fru Ndi, apparently, was not cast in the mould of most top-notch immediate
By Kanute Tangwa aka K(C)anute Tangwa No Catholic prelate, in Cameroon, since the late Bishop Albert Ndongmo, has been both
By Kanute Tangwa aka K(C)anute Tangwa As a school boy, I had varied impressions about Bernard Fonlon. We learnt through
By Kanute Tangwa aka K(C)anute Tangwa This time, statesman, chief, multimillionaire farmer and senator, Nfon Victor E. Mukete is in
By Kanute Tangwa aka K(C)anute Tangwa Today, it rained heavily all-through the night and late in the day at Makepe-Missoke
By Kanute Tangwa aka K(C)anute Tangwa Look keenly into the eyes of kids than into the eyes of majors/For they