One Saturday morning, my wife and I were returning from the market when she spotted a vehicle from the American Consulate in Douala in front of our Francophone neighbour's gate. I remember us wondering what business Americans could possibly have with that obnoxious woman who is always spoiling for a fight and quarrelling at the drop of a hat. Imagine her loudly grumbling because she says we are always laughing in our house! What did humanity ever do wrong to her that she should bear it such a deep grudge? I wonder.
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