I had dinner with a colleague who's now the country director here for my former employer. She had also been a Peace Corps volunteer in Cameroon (in the Extreme North, while I was in the Extreme South) and hadn't visited her old post. She agreed that not much in Cameroon has changed. Sure, there are cybercafés and cell phones now, but the potholes are still around.
Today we visited a women's group in a village about an hour from Yaoundé. The group is comprised of catechists from the local Catholic parish. They raise pigs and also maintain a community field. The group reminded me of the ton-tin (revolving savings/credit group) I belonged to when I was a volunteer, complete with matching traditional dresses. They sang and danced for us - they must have absorbed the field agent's admonitions because the two refrains were "Travaillons!" ("Let's work!") and "Il Faut Téléphoner" ("You should call"), the latter presumably if there was a problem. The ethnic group in this area is related to the one I lived with and I managed to dredge up some rudimentary greetings. That always seems to make people happy.