
The Bafou chiefdom at dawn
My parents had come to visit me, and together we set off from Douala, making our way through the highlands. After a night in the Tockem chiefdom, we resumed our journey toward Bafoussam and Foumban, passing through landscapes rich with history and tradition.
That morning, as we drove along a red dirt track, the first light of day cast a golden glow over the land. Suddenly, a striking scene caught my eye: a grand entrance with traditional triangular roofs, a symbol of Bamileke nobility.
Only the notables of the tribe have the right to construct such an entrance, a visual testament to the hierarchy and traditions that define this region. At that very moment, a young man walked past, adding a human presence to the already compelling composition. I knew I had to capture it.
With no time to waste, I pulled over, rushed out of the car, grabbed my camera from the trunk, and ran to the best vantage point I could find.
At the time, I barely had a moment to reflect. But when I later uploaded the photograph to my computer, all the memories came flooding back. This wasn’t just an image; it was a window into a history I had only begun to understand.
Looking at the photograph now, it symbolizes more than just a moment of good lighting or a well-composed shot. It reminds me of the journey I shared with my parents and the deeper connection I was able to make with a culture I had previously only glimpsed from a distance.
Though our visit was brief, it left an impression, one that I can now relive through this image, a silent testament to the traditions and stories that continue to shape the Bamileke people.