Hey guys, this post has long been due, it as they say its better late than never, I sat down today to reminisce about the September 11 2001 event that rocked American and I have come to realise that time flies so fast and the wound has been healed well I know those who lost relations here would not fell the same but I sympathize with all those around the world who lost 1 person or more. Take heart and the Lord would console you.
Kishi, to me is like the end of Nigeria, a small settlement beside Niger republic but hey they claim they are still Nigerians, I found my way here as a result of the love for a colleague who lost her father, Tope Oladokun. She made us venture into a trip that almost never ended.
It all started well as we arrived at the take off point exactly 7am and hmmm guys, chicks were ready really gajed up (slang for well dressed). We started out with our HR director and we all know road trip is always very exciting as there was enough to talk about and stroke each other. We arrived at Ibadan within 1 hour 30 minutes and of course we were doing fine, she called me asking about our where about, situation report was good as we were running fine, but seats started getting really hot in the middle of cold air conditioners when at 12 noon we were still on our way to never never land.
We called her to know the coordinates as this was the only way we could keep tabs. We resorted to asking people when it was clear that we might have lost our way, well this was necessary as the terrain of the place was so bad that the dust would raise when we pass, the rock types seen around were those found in the far northern part of Nigeria, the rivers were so dry even in the midst of the rains. The driver turned off the A.C as the fuel we planned for was running out, we were almost been taxed in other to continue our journey.
After about 7 hours of terrible driving, some of us slept off and others had to buy stuffs from the window, we finally arrived at Kishi, and all roads pointed to the venue, ooppss I forgot the part were we almost drive the opposite direction cos of poor road map. We met her and household, although we missed the interment, we didn’t miss the food….Hmmmmm. we were served with urgency cos the crowd knew how much we had stayed on the road, the way they greeted us was as if we were the bereaved. Rice, salad, moi-moi, amala, ewedu, Shaki, beef, were excess on the menu and trust boy now…we ordered. Then I heard someone order shaki and roundabout and the host came with 18 pieces and before I could say Jack the plate was empty, only 2 people took it all, and these people were on the heavy side. I knew its only the slim ones like us that would suffer eventually. (if you know what TAEF means)
We spent 7 hours to get here, we couldn’t waste any more time so we headed back immediately to avoid the unknown. We got to Ibadan at about 6pm well this was ok, then it hadn’t hit us what was in store for us, we got into Lagos, well just the outskirts and met the worse hold-up of the century, well its Lagos so we thought it would clear off soon, we spent 1 hour on 1 spot, 2 hours, 3 hours, then it started raining, I have never slept on the road in my life and the phobia of it kept me up all night, but it was so clear this would be my first experience.
But as a sharp Waffi guy, I thought I would beat the hold up as only 1 side seems to be blocked, so I crossed over and waved at the next available moving object down, well only a truck stopped and I hopped in not knowing who they were. I held my guts so strong and was hoping I’d get home soon. We moved only 5 minutes and the other side was jammed, after 45 minutes in this truck no moving I came down and trekked back to the bus to cool my boiling head.
We passed the night there in the midst of foul air as a result of 9 shaki and kpomo with smell of Ewedu mixed with pepsi, na waooo I lost weight this day as they bombarded me from both sides. Those who could live in this condition slept off. At about 6am we set out to on foot to beat this traffic, we walked for over 45 minutes before we got a bus that took us to town and get us home before the environmental sanitation.
For me this was an experience I would never forget. For all those who were there…and those who TAEFFED, well done.