The lush, fresh green is just overwhelming. The cashew trees bear fruit — soft apples in shades ranging from green through yellow to red, with each a nut (the actual fruit) attached underneath. The air is filled with the rich, fermented smell of the mushy apples. The apples are impossible to export because of their frail softness, we are told, and so the children usually eat them while they harvest the nuts. The mangoes also bear fruit — green now, but ripe in just a couple of weeks’ time. Banana and pineapple is sold along the road, as well as fresh palm wine.
Somewhere between Ezzangba and Akped, Nigeria.