An inexplicable twist of fate landed me a life in the jutting apex of the Littoral province, sandwiched between the rusty west and Anglophone southwest, there has been a heavy migration into a more fecund vacancy. Traditionally the largest ethnic umbrella in the district of Baré-Bakem are Mbo, people of comparatively milder temperament. An overwhelming number of Bamileke have settled here, fleeing overpopulation and political turmoil, amongst other reasons, in the west province and profiting off hard work ethic and younger soils. The cash crop of the region is coffee, and I don’t mean shade grown, organic Café arabica, I am talking about Nescafe, folgers crystals Café robusta. Additionally, farmers produce an exceptional quality of palm oil, for in country consumption; maize and cassava are both staple crops, along with peanuts, plaintains and any number of starchy, yet edible root crops. I am the second agroforestry volunteer to be assigned to this post. However, I am still working on identifying and commencing upon an appropriate course of action.
The dry season has brought with it a number of airborne maladies, who have taken up residence in the appetizing recesses of my mucous membranes. In other words, it is taking my body a while to adjust to a lethargic humidity and an occasional dust swollen breeze.
I inhabit a surprisingly comfortable residence. My three room domicile comes with electricity, a fairly consistent water source and a hospitable veranda bedecked by an unruly rose bush.
I also have a post mate who works at the highschool right across the street and I am 15minute taxi ride from Nkongsamba, which is a big enough city to find a few rare amenities such as cheese, cucumbers and the internet.
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