I'm Louis Wassom


I've been waiting thirty years
for this funeral

it's hot


people are starting to dance 


my granddaughter wants
to give her aunt Angela

the bamileke ponytail
she's holding on her shoulder

because her headdress is falling


but aunty says no!


it's something
you don't give to others! 

shots begin to ring out


more and more 


my bones are on my terrace  


and my skull is in my room


my successor is elected


and carried in front
of all the Banwa high-ups 

that's how I become my son, Fameni


king of MoumŽe


in this way I become the father 


of my brothers


and of my sisters


and the grandfather
of my nieces and my nephews