Buyam sellam (François Nkémé)

Buyam Sellam

"I am buyam sellam...
I died buyam sellam
To be buyam sellam,
"It's the best job in life"

This is what Mamy Jacqua sang as she crossed the Melen district at four in the morning.
When she had taken to crossing the Melen district by its main alley while singing, the inhabitants, awakened from their sleep, had thought she was a madwoman or a disciple of Bacchus. They had insulted her, copiously, then after a week of insults, they had grown tired of her. Now, they listened attentively to this clock that knew so well how to announce to them that the night was laying the morning, that the pale dawn would soon conquer the world of darkness, for a new day full of trials and uncertainties. A day during which the housewives would still ask themselves: what are we going to eat?

The author:

François Nkeme is a passionate author of fiction and a trained editor. He has already published Innocence perdue, Le Cimetière des bacheliers, On ne décoratione pas les petites gens, la bienheureuse transition, Buyam sellam and also albums for young people.