Never the twain shall meet

On the outskirts of the market, by the taxi park in Ekondo Titi, there was a shop selling TVs on one side of the street and a bunch of treadle sewing machines for sale on the other.

Close to Mbouda on the way to Bamenda, I saw mansion after mansion after mansion, with little mud-brick huts scattered between.

Landlines never really became available to the common man in Cameroon, but now everyone has a cellphone equipped with the latest gadgets.