Kumbo

After various bumps and roads as slippery as soap we finally arrived in Kumbo ; a town with roughly 60. 000 inhabitants stretching over the grassland mountain rage including many villages.
The first people I saw here where all dressed in traditional African dresses which I have totally fell in love with as they are so colourful. They all were on their way back from church as the people in Cameroon especially in the grassland are very religious.
Here in Kumbo you mainly find Christians and Moslems blending those religions with their animistic traditional African religion.
The people here all greeted us which is normally done with a handshake and questions and sentences like: “You are welcome.” “How are you?” “How did you sleep? “ and not to forget is the normally huge smile and friendly laughter they will confront you with.
At the moment we are staying at the bishop’s hill, which is the resident of the priests of Kumbo. I do not understand why the clerics of Kumbo allow themselves to have a better life as the other people, but of course this is typical for people who do have more money and power. Yet they are also very welcoming and friendly and let us take part at their meals.
We are soon moving into our own house with garden, where we want to plant our own traditional African food to live sustainable and environmental friendly.
The problem here is that there are no bins, so the rubbish is dumped or better burned.
The best solution of course is not to have any waste, so we will try to limit it through harvesting or buying our food on the traditional grassland market in the centre of the town, the Mwe ( a Lamnso name).