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Bamenda
Bamenda, also known as Abakwa and Mankon Town, is a city in northwestern Cameroon and capital of the North West Region. The city had a population of about 500,000 people, and is located 366 kilometres (227 mi) north-west of the Cameroonian capital, Yaoundé. Bamenda is known for its cool climate and scenic hilly location.
History
The city is an amalgamation of Seven villages - Mankon, Mendakwe, Nkwen, Chomba, Mbatu, Nsongwa and Santa
Bamenda's principal ethnic group is the Ngeumba for defense purposes. However, Bamenda also encompasses the Nguemba people. The Nguemba tribe became so large that the people decided to name the upper part Santa and the lower part Bamenda which consists of 7 villages: Mbatu, Chomba, Nsongwa, Mankon, Nkwen, Mendankwe and Santa.
Bamenda was subjected to German colonialism in the late 19th century, and evidence of Germany's former occupation of Bamenda can still be seen today in structures such as the Fort at the Bamenda station; (the present day fort is used as the Bamenda High Court, the Court of first instance and the office of the Senior Divisional officers) the nearby Bafut Palace. After the defeat of the Germans in World War I (1914–1918) the League of Nations shared German colonial territories among victorious nations. Western Cameroon (the present day North West and South West Regions) were administered jointly with Nigeria under the protectorate of the British until 1961 when following a plebiscite it attained independence by joining the then already independent Republique du Cameroun.
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by: Hayes CarllI saw you leanin' on a memory
With your back turned to the crowd
In that little bar on Murphy
Where they play guitar too loud
There were people drinkin' whiskey
There were hearts about to leave
It was cold as hell for Houston
It was almost New Years Eve
All the way from Beaumont
With a white rose in my hand
I could not wait forever babe, I hope you understand
The night was feelin' lucky
So I asked you to dance
And the way you looked up at me
Made me think I had a chance
But when I put my arms around you
I knew you weren't givin' in
I hope it will be different if I pass this way again
All the way from Beaumont With a white rose in my hand
I could not wait
forever babe, I hope you understand
I walked the road to get here
With a guitar and a case
I'd of stopped in Pasadena
If I'd known about this place
But you looked like forever
Where the water meets the shore
I've been thinkin about you, baby
I can't do that anymore
I saw you leanin' on a memory
With your back turned to the crowd
In that little bar on Murphy
Where they play guitar too loud
There were people drinkin' whiskey
There were hearts about to leave
It was cold as hell for Houston
It was almost New Years Eve
All the way from Beaumont
With a white rose in my hand