Sexuality: This Is Sonor, The Shadow Man Of Samuel Eto'o!

Companion of misfortune, ex-porter, Sonor, the thirties exceeded, represents half of Samuel Eto'o. Between parties and goes to three, he lends himself to anything to satisfy his master.

Invisible and unknown to Cameroonians, the man who now resides in Europe has been revealed to the public in the book Reveng Porn in which the former teacher of Samuel Eto'o Nathalie Koah recounts her "common life" she knew with the star.

In the text proposed below by CameroonWeb, Nathalie Koah gives her testimony on her romantic life with the Cameroonian star and the sexual and iconoclastic excesses with Sonor.

Paris, a boy named Sonor, who takes care of the preparations for my trip. I meet him at the hotel for the first time. He is a childhood friend of Eto'o. He is in his thirties already tight. He is a big, strong Cameroonian with a go-anywhere face. He was a porter at the Douala airport until Samuel's career exploded.

Sexuality: This Is Sonor, The Shadow Man Of Samuel Eto'o!

Like other relatives, he took advantage of the largesse of his friend, now rich and anxious to offer a better life to his companions in misfortune, to become one of his handymen. Their job: manage all the unsportsmanlike part of his life so that he can devote himself 100% to football.

Sonor takes care of the hotels and the air tickets, for him as for his guests. He plays the men of company or takes the role of banker, distributing money and gifts on behalf of his illustrious boss. These little hands of the shadow, Samuel has in each of the cities where he resides regularly: Douala, Yaoundé, Barcelona, ​​Paris, and Mallorca. But of all, it's Sonor he's closest to.

It's not a simple employee, it's his brother, his confidant. Where others share with the star only a meal from time to time, Sonor has full, direct, and permanent access to his boss. He is in every shot, every trick, sharing all his secrets, even the most intimate. His influence is such that he is one of the few to master Samuel, to calm his warm and stormy character. 

He, on the contrary, is a sphinx, a sage, a quiet force. But his power, real, is not unlimited. If he can try to reason with him, he rarely dares to upset him. I leave Paris by a direct flight accompanied by Sonor.

A suite with a four-poster bed at 500 euros a night is reserved for me at Hotel Omm, a luxurious and design hotel located in the city center, very close to the legendary Casa Milà and Camp Nou, FC Barcelona stadium. The "quiet force" occupies a room on the same floor. A match is held that evening. 

For the first time, Samuel invites me to attend. I take this gesture as a proof, if not of his love, at least of his growing attachment. I'm no longer the doll that is kept locked in a golden cage.

This mark of affection exhilarated me, and it is with a light heart and eyes full of stars that I go to the stadium on foot, always in the company of his right arm. This is the great era of the Eto'o-Messi duo. The two strikers squat then the summits of world football. 

Sitting on the edge of the lawn, I find other relatives including David, Samuel's youngest son. I thoroughly enjoy the show, staring at my hero.

I do not remember the poster anymore, but tonight Samuel is dazzling. When he scores his first goal, a wave of emotion and pride overwhelms me. Like the whole stadium, I jump up from my seat, hopping like a flea, screaming asphyxiated. 

Gourd as I am, I do not know that just my buttocks left the seat, it closed automatically. And wanting to sit down, I fall on the ground causing general hilarity. I am divided between fun and shame.

I have the impression that each spectator observes me whispering: "Look at this girl, she never goes to the stadium! After a few seconds, the benevolent laughter around me ends up contaminating me. At half-time, I am invited to go up to the VIP box. There, a handful of privileged people chosen by the players or the staff can enjoy refreshments and a buffet offered by the club.

Sonor did not follow me, but other friends and his little brother are present. We go to the bar to order a drink. I sit on a stool stuck to the counter. Turning my head, I see a woman sitting on the couch next door. His face is not unknown to me. She wears a pair of waders that go up to a black pleated skirt, and a white blouse very classy.

She is tall and very personable. A baby and a girl of three or four years accompany him. My blood congeals in my veins. Georgette is here, three meters from me. I feel his eyes fixed on me. I want to run and hide under a carpet. His eyes continue to look for mine. I have to stay natural, do not show the panic that squeezes my stomach. I turn to David to start a conversation without any interest.

I have the impression that a projector is shining its lights on me. The seconds are moving at the speed of a snail. I feel her getting up to go to the bathroom. His blouse touches me. My temples begin to heat under the effect of nervousness. 

Stay calm. On his return, the whistle of the referee announcing the resumption of the match sounds. I am the first to get up. Leaving the room, I can not help but take a last look in his direction. She is putting on a beautiful fur coat with majestic grace.

What elegance, what charisma! When I get back to my seat, I'm a bit knocked out. More than embarrassment or shame, it was intimidation I felt about her. This thought hurts me. How to live up to it? I take back my spirits. I'm not Georgette, but I like Samuel. He must find something in me that he does not find in it. It does not matter what. I'll be satisfied.

At the end of the meeting, Sonor and I return to the hotel. Samuel joins me an hour later. His presence surprises me. If his official companion is in Barcelona, ​​why does not he spend the evening with her? He enters my room, and hands me a plastic bag. Inside, I discover his match jersey still smoking, sweat-filled. I become for a second the teenage groupie I was, and thank him.

We go to dinner in the gay district of the city where Messi resides. I enjoy a plate of seafood while Samuel is satisfied, as often, a good steak. Back at the hotel, he sits on my bed, asks Sonor to join us, and orders champagne bottles for room service. 

His friend and I go down some cups, Samuel refraining, as usual, from drinking alcohol. He watches us get drunk, looks satisfied. Then whisper in my ear: "You know, I like watching my girlfriend make love to another man. I felt that moment come. All the clues were there.

Sonor who follows me everywhere, our sibylline discussions about his taste for adrenaline, his fear of boredom, his need to get me into "his world". No need for drawings. Samuel has an irreproachable lifestyle, he does not drink, does not take drugs. This source of extravagance that he described to me could only come from his sexual practices. I chained the glasses of champagne to give me courage. I do not want to sleep with Sonor, but I do not want to disappoint my man.

His way of getting me to accept this scenario was very clever. He was not threatening to leave me, worse than that, he let it be understood that he would love me less, that he would lose the flame, that I would be in his eyes only one girl among others. He did not promise me hate, but indifference. This thought is a torture. I drink without interrupting. I have already emptied seven or eight glasses of champagne.

I can not analyze the situation anymore. It will be done. It will be fine. It will pass quickly. Black hole. To this day, I still have no specific memory of this night. I just remember an image of me making love. With Samuel? With Sonor? With both? I do not know. 

The next morning, it is beside Samuel that I wake up. I have the impression of having a jackhammer in the skull. He displays a radiant smile. "But what made you drink like that? You see Sonor drinking, so you drink like him? But he, he holds good alcohol, unlike you, he laughs me.

- What happened last night? I have forgotten everything.
- Do not worry. It was a great evening. You were unleashed, we could not stop you. I have a scrub with the team just now, I'll prepare.

Okay. But what exactly did I do? His response surprises me: "I took pictures. I'll show you later. "