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Dive into the magical world of Bruno Lengani, where every word is an open door to extraordinary worlds and deep emotions.
Discover his remarkable works, from poignant novels to fascinating short stories and fantastical tales. Each book is an invitation to explore the unknown, to experience the intensity of human emotion, and to reflect on our own existence.
On this site, you'll find not only a complete library of his publications, but also exclusive sneak peeks at his upcoming projects, personal reflections, and upcoming events. Join a community of passionate readers, share your thoughts, and let yourself be carried away by the magic of words.
BIOGRAPHY
Born on October 6, 1972, in Abidjan, Ivory Coast, Bruno Lengani is a man of many hats. He spent his childhood in Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso, where he completed his primary education, before continuing his secondary studies in Bobo-Dioulasso. After
After his baccalaureate, he passed the primary school teacher competition and completed two years of training before beginning his teaching career.
For fifteen years, Bruno Lengani taught in rural settings, sharing his experiences and knowledge in the educational field. However, his true passion lay in music, particularly composition and arrangement. After devoting much of his life to teaching, Bruno decided to devote himself entirely to music and has continued to improve his skills ever since, particularly by following technical developments related to sound processing.
In 2015, Bruno Lengani moved to France, where he continued to explore his musical talent. Alongside this career, he also discovered another passion: writing. This is how he decided to publish his first collection of stories entitled "Tales at the Foot of Mount Boulgou."
Today, Bruno Lengani continues to explore the various facets of his artistic life, whether through music, writing, or any other form of creative expression. His determination has led him on a path rich in discoveries and achievements, making him a well-rounded and inspiring artist.
While opening up to other cultures, the common thread of his approach has always been the preservation and promotion of African culture.
The market
The Garango market stretched as far as the eye could see. It was bustling and colorful. Stalls were often filled with fruits, fresh and dried vegetables, meat, fish, spices, fabrics, local crafts, and various goods. Warm voices and local languages echoed throughout the market, as cheerful merchants encouraged customers to come and browse their wares. The scent of local delicacies wafted through the air, drawing hungry visitors to gather around the food stalls to sample typical dishes.
Excerpt from "Night of Tales at the Foot of Mount Boulgou"
A wrestling tournament
It was the dry season, at sunset. The open-air arena was packed with spectators watching the wrestling. The warm colors of the setting sun flooded the square, creating a magical atmosphere and igniting the fighters' spirits. On either side of the arena, wrestlers were preparing for the fight, dressed in colorful tunics and adorned with traditional jewelry. The tension was palpable as the spectators held their breath waiting for the signal to begin the fight. Once the signal was given, the wrestlers charged toward each other with force, using acrobatic moves and ancestral techniques to try to gain the upper hand on their opponent. The ground echoed with the shouts of the fighters, as well as the cheers and chants of the spectators.
Dust swirled in the air as the two wrestlers battled fiercely, their muscles tense and their determination palpable. The setting sun created a mystical atmosphere, illuminating the stage with a glow and making the wrestlers seem like mythical heroes going to war.
Excerpt from "Night of Tales at the Foot of Mount Boulgou"
The Drought
The sun's blazing rays seemed to set the sky ablaze with an unbearable brilliance, while the earth was plunged into an oppressive silence. Sun-scorched tufts of grass bent under the weight of the merciless drought, and the cracked ground split like the skin of an old crocodile. Every breeze was a blast of stifling heat, giving no respite to the hungry and thirsty animals.
The once abundant rivers were now nothing more than thin, dusty streams, and the ancient trees seemed to wither under the relentless rays of the sun. The animals, usually so majestic and full of life, wandered in a state of drowsiness and despair, searching in vain for a drop of water or a twig to chew.
Excerpt from "Night of Tales at the Foot of Mount Boulgou"
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