He was strong like a oak tree, he was doing what he liked the most, that it was traveling, during 25 years he made of he,s way of living, a journey of discovering new roads, new cultures , new people, just for a silple reason, because he loved it.
I have spended so many days and nights with him, he showed me so many things, and he made me enjoy a lot everytime he explained to me hes adventures of more thatn 25 years on the move.
He was strong like a oak tree, but today sadlly a brain mallaria cutted him down forever, Ken was doing what he liked the most, that it was traveling, and today unfortunatelly he tooked this trip that no ones can escape in life, the way of the death, that am sure hell finf the best path towards he,s peace.
One dark night in Namibia, we played to count stars, today i am pretty sure than there is one more in the shiny sky. wherever you are dear Ken rest in Peace..
After news like this, i dont fel that i have lots to say, but i know that i have to keep mouving, and i confirm to myself how vulnerable, we all are in this fragile and foegoten continent.
although here in Cameroun i,ll try my best to send fresh air through my lungs among cars pollution and more pollution in this city, that they call it , city protected by the seven hills, and i can say that,s true , what a bloody hills!!!, whith my head far from any mood i try to deal in this city just the time to get the Nigerian visa, and wile i am waiting i just escape of the thiefs thet opened my back pack, or just escaping of all this pollution, but i feel that nobodys cares for it.
in a mean time; life on the stretets is chaotic, and when the sun plays to hide betwen the clouds to let the night arrive, new food stand invade the streets , for those that need to feel theis big belly before starting to drink and shout, common tradition here in Cameroun, i am not sure i,ll never get to understand why, but i also know that who cares?.
This Cameroun, mouves at the ritme of the beer and music, eventhough like othere countries in Afrika, sometimes i feel the wish of lots of people that they will like to change, why aklways the same question, HOW??, well corruption doesn,t allow it , so this is afrika lets drink!
And among rain, grey skies, and sadnness, i really doubt that this continent ill change so much, but i really would like to contribute on help in it, but today i just want to ask you to excuse me , for the short words , because my mind flies toward my friend Ken.thanks to understand.
DEAR KENNY TOGNIGHT I,LL PLAY TO COUNT THE STARS
HEALTH AND GOOD JOURNEY, NANDO.
LIFE IS NOT ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORMS TO PASS… IT,S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO PLAY WITH THE RAIN.