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45 A Basket of Flaming Ashes Tambong* My hands are weary Criss-crossing and weaving But I weave my sleep in between. When I lay me down on my mat, my tambong, my aches disappear And when I wake I break into song ‘‘Tambong ayingne nor chingne kpa’’ Tambong ayingne nor chingne kpa** And so in spirit I end my day Once more on the mat In sweet sleep * A mat traditionally made by Manyu Women in the Southwest Province of Cameroon. ** Folk song in celebration of the comfort of the e’Tambong. ...

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