Hearing Makossa
Smelling sand roasted peanuts
This is Yaoundé
When I skate outside
My eyes smile and my legs sing
A blade glides on ice
But once it warms up
The ice turns to gooey mush
Puddles of warm slush
Hearing Makossa
Smelling sand roasted peanuts
This is Yaoundé
When I skate outside
My eyes smile and my legs sing
A blade glides on ice
But once it warms up
The ice turns to gooey mush
Puddles of warm slush