West Africans have a love affair with Kung Fu movies. When I ride to a near-by village, I go past a hut that is completely covered with straw to stop any light, or prying eyes, pervading the darkness.
The straw, however, does little to stop the noise entertaining scores of people sitting outside. It is the sound of Kung Fu; ‘Pow’, ‘kabow’, ‘ah-yay’ go the films (apologies to batman fans for borrowing his noise descriptions). A mix of amusing dubbed French voices are heard between the exaggerated punching and kicking sounds, which rise and fall according to the importance of the fight (i.e. If it’s the final fight between the good guy wearing white and the bad guy wearing black, the volume is intense).
Amusingly, the unreal movies have a lasting impression on real life Burkina. Namely, people of Asian descent are rarely the target of crime, because there is an assumption they are experts in Kung Fu fighting.
Jon
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That's awesome!
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