Mottanni

03/10/2025

Bruises National Tour, Bandjoun (Special Moments)

03/10/2025

Beautiful Moments
Photo Credit
Sali
Tanni Awa
Neindefoh Lanjo
Cameroonian Cultural Network-CCN

03/10/2025

Special Moments
Photo Credits
Sali
Tanni Awa
Lanjo coaching

02/10/2025

We are set to start the rehearsals at Bandjoun Station .
Sound check. Chaak
Light check chaaaaaak
Microphone Check. Chaaaaaak
Performers check. Chaaaaaak
Audience check. Chaaaaaaaaaaak. Chaaaaaaaaaaaaak
Let's goooooooooooooooooooooooo

02/10/2025

🎭 BRUISES: The Bandjoun Premiere 🎭 | A Spoken Word Revolution ft. Mag Bila, Yahje Medine & More

🔥 Witness the historic launch of Mottanni's national tour for the spoken word album "Bruises," a powerful fusion of poetry, live music, and activism against gender-based violence.

This wasn't just a show; it was a cultural moment. Experience the full, electric energy of a 2-hour multidisciplinary performance that brought together the brightest stars of the Cameroonian art scene on one stage, united for a cause.

https://youtu.be/RcqPKZLIBfE

🎭 BRUISES: The Bandjoun Premiere 🎭 | A Spoken Word Revolution ft. Mag Bila, Yahje Medine & More🔥 Witness the historic launch of Mottanni's national tour f...

01/10/2025

After we ate and took pictures with the president of the West, we embarked to Bandjoun Station ,
Took a taxi and there we were on our way aggain.
Arrived Banjoun Station and this time there was electricity. My colleague in the Arts Debora Yawdam Debo was already installing her paintings and arts on Violence Conjugale so we dashed there to give a hand .

From there we left to check the equipments and arrange the hall for the show. As I entered the hall, guess who I saw, there was Ayeah Leonette sitting and coming to hold me. I said in my mind " If this pikin be be na some pikin, a fo beat am eh, na which kind prank this".

" Mottanni a don show you" she said. You think you are too strong.
Long story short , I took the hug though frowning and didn't want to let go.
Nini welcome . I am glad to have you here, though you don put we fo shock already. It was a beautiful shock though, Let me tell about it in my next post.

We arranged and set up the hall
See how beautiful it looked in the pictures below

01/10/2025

October
October
October
How many time a call you ?

You will do me well this new year

Happy awesome new year my Pipo

30/09/2025

We finally arrived at the Bandjoun Station, tired from our journey. The people there gave us a very warm welcome. After we put our bags in our rooms, we went to check the sound equipment for our show.

They took us downstairs to a basement. As we walked down the stairs and entered the room, I had a sudden, strong feeling. This is the place.

I called out to my friends, Fokumlah Magloire Babila and Nkeih Ronardo Shiengho. "Look at this space!" I said. "It will be perfect for our show!" They looked around and saw the same vision I did. We turned to the lady guiding us. "We want to have our show right here," we told her. "Is that okay?"

She seemed surprised and asked if we were sure we would be comfortable in the basement. We told her, "Yes, absolutely!"

We were excited to start setting up. The equipment was top quality—great speakers, pianos, mixers, and microphones. It was all perfect.

But just as we were about to start testing everything... click.

The entire place went dark. The electricity was gone.

With nothing else we could do, we decided to go to the city of Bafoussam to buy some things for the stage and to get some food.

And then, a wonderful surprise! We met the beloved President of the West region. He is a very important man, known for his wise saying, "On ne mets pas l'argent sur l'argent" (You don't put money on top of money).

He greeted us with a smile and great honor. He even agreed to take a picture with us after we finished eating! It was an amazing moment.

But even with this good luck, our problems weren't over. Our friend Ayeah Leonette was still missing, and the plan for the show was still just an idea in my head, trying to become real.

30/09/2025

The exodus from our beloved Abakwa (I bless the very soil of this place) began not with a choice, but with a duty that weighed heavy on our hearts. Our story—the truth of what is happening within Abakwa’s highlands—could no longer be an echo trapped in the mountains. It had to be carried out, a fragile secret we would risk everything to deliver to the world.

The journey itself was a gauntlet. We trekked until our legs burned, scaling hills that seemed to push us back and descending into valleys that swallowed the light. Rivers, cold and swift, became obstacles to be conquered, and oceans stretched before us, vast and indifferent. Every mile was a price paid in time and precious finances we could scarcely afford, but our story, our cries, our very aspirations were the cargo. They demanded this sacrifice.

When we finally stumbled into Bafoussam, a wave of fragile relief washed over us. Our destination, Bandjoun, and the stage for the Bruises National Tour, felt almost within reach. But the road had one final test in store.

The driver we found eyed us with a mercenary’s gaze. The price was double—a brutal toll for our desperation. His promise, spat out with a cloud of smoke, was a lie wrapped in a threat: "I will leave you in Bafoussam. No, last last, I will leave you in Mbouda." Our hopes, already frayed, began to unravel. We were forced to abandon his vehicle, transferring our weary bodies and our precious mission into another, hoping this one would truly take us to Bandjoun. It didn't. The engine coughed to a final, defiant halt back in Bafoussam, the driver shrugging as if our entire purpose was a trivial inconvenience. "Find your own way to Bandjoun," he said. The last leg of the journey was a blur of improvisation and frayed nerves.

We finally breached the outskirts of Bandjoun under the unforgiving glare of the midday sun. There was no time to rest. The rehearsal awaited, a crucial run-through before we bared our souls to an audience. But a new knot of tension tightened in my chest. Leonette.

A message from her had come through, a cold spike of dread in the midst of the chaos. "I no go cam." The words were a gut-punch. After all we had endured, after the mountains and the rivers and the betrayals on the road, our story was now to be crippled by an absence? Despair began to set in, a cold certainty that we had fought this far only to fail at the final moment.

We were already deep in the throes of shock, trying to recalibrate our entire performance, our spirits at their lowest ebb, when she appeared.

As for the nature of that shock, and the storm of emotions her arrival unleashed… that is a story for another day.

30/09/2025