EROTIC/AFRICAN FOLKTALE/PEACE CORPS
The Maanumba
A supernatural thriller set in Cameroon — part 3 of 3
Jean Baptiste sighed with relief when he dismounted from his motorcycle and saw Martin sitting on the verandah. For three days, his friend had not appeared at work nor seen in town. He opened the gate of spears and walked past the stone lion guards. The weeds grabbed at the calf of his trousers.
“It’s been a long time, mon ami,” he said as he climbed the verandah steps, shaking Martin’s hand, who remained seated.
Martin held a glass of whiskey, its bottle nearly half emptied on the floor.
“Care for a drink. Sorry, no beers.”
“Sure,” he said as Martin got up and went inside for glass. He sat down in the other wicker chair…