It’s been with you since the beginning.
It will stay until the last breath.

And in between,
it will hold you,
Exactly as you are.

So when the world grows loud,
when the weight of your past clings too tightly,
when you forget who you are—
Return to the water.

Feel its rhythm.
Let it speak to the parts of you still listening.

Hoping they’d be carried somewhere safe.

The lover who dove into morning light,
feeling the world bloom with each breath beneath the surface.
The broken soul, sinking not to escape,
but to find something — anything —
in the silence of the deep.

The water remembers.
It doesn’t judge.
It holds.

Les Bakas, de plus en plus sédentarisés depuis les années 1950, continuent néanmoins à vivre de la chasse et de la cueillette des produits forestiers. Fins connaisseurs des forêts, ils sont souvent sollicités pour le commerce de brousse, mais aussi manipulés à leurs dépens pour le braconnage.