Visiteur (Saturday, 2011 December 31)
December 31, 2011
Last year I went to Bamenda for New Year’s, which was a good if complex time. This year it seems as though no sincere plans are being proposed. I might just be staying here in village, kicking it with whoever’s still in town. In the meantime, Boris is (still) here, still mumbling along with his favorite English songs, including "I Want It That Way" by Backstreet Boys. So it is that I learned the True Meaning of Christmas: some motherfuckers are in your house and just won’t leave, so grin and bear it. Boris has been generously telling me that I sleep way too much, am weak, or otherwise sowing chaos and discord in my house. I am tired of him specifically and maybe the rest of the country more generically. I want to go home..