You know you’re from a small village when you’re the only person who’s ever mentioned it. I spent 20 minutes trying to locate Rameau Thierry Sokoudjou’s hometown of Hom’la, Cameroon, and no dice … it’s like it doesn’t exist. But if there’s one thing I learned from Google Maps this morning, it’s that nothing seems to exist in Cameroon outside of the capital and the coastal towns. It’s a desolate fucking place and you can’t see shit other than small patches of green and long expanses of savanna and desert.
Anyways, I was originally going to write a post about how Sokoudjou’s whole ‘wild African’ persona was bullshit, but after checking out more on Cameroon, I take that assumption back. If Cameroon were any wilder than it is, it’d be the fucking Lion King every other day. And who knows, maybe it is. Sok talks in a new UFC.com interview about how running into panthers was a regular possibility.
Also discussed in this interview is a subject scarier to Sok than any predator cat: his mother.
Sokoudjou’s mother is coming to the States in December to visit her son, whom she hasn’t seen since he left Cameroon in 2001. She has no idea he is a fighter. The moment will finally come when he has to confess to her what it is he does for a living. For the first time in his life, he will attempt to soften the blow.
“I’m going to have to tell her,” he says. “It’ll be difficult [to conceal] because now a lot of people recognize me and there’s a bunch of articles in magazines and once you get into my house there’s all this gear. I will take her to dinner, and then say ‘hey mom, lookâ€”Disneyland!'”
Ah, the old “I beat people up for money, hey look it’s Mickey Mouse!” approach. Sokoudjou is toast.