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“Writing 101, Day Ten: Happy Daily Living”

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Rice and fisherman soup. Calabar delicacy.

My life is as adventurous as my choice of food. As a typical African man, I may say I am very comfortable with the food that’s tasty and pepperish. That is my way of deriving satisfaction from good food.

Those of us who are not from silver lining background, what we know is staple food prepared in so many ways and taste depending on how its done in the area where you are from. For example rice is very popular. But the way it’s prepared in the Northern Nigeria is not so in the Western Part.

Even within Yoruba nation, they all have their different delicacies. Apart from Lagos that’s like all comer’s place! The Ijebu love ‘Ikokore’…. a typical yam made into porridge. Some have yam or cassava flour made into rolls (Amala) or cassava granules (Eba) eaten with draw-leaf stew (Ewedu) or beans soup (Gbegiri), or both combined (Abula) . Pounded yam and vegetable stew with goat meat or dried fish. These are just few examples.

But for all ocassions however special, RICE must be available with ‘Orisirisi’ all manner of additional, such as vegetable salad, stew, soup, assorted type of meat, fish etc. The meal can even be in form of buffet.

I love all manner of food but with preference.

“Writing 101, Day Nine: Changing Moccasins–Point of View”

The prompt: a man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write the scene.

Twist: write the scene from three points of view: from the man’s perspective, the woman and finally the old lady.

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Ade had not been himself of late, and this happen to be regular occurence whenever the date is nearer. The memory of the day he lost both his parent. Though he was not that close to his father, but the bond between him and his mother was very strong. He was their only child, they both died in a road mishap four years back. He still feel like, it was yesterday.

He almost lost interest in life itself, a rich guy from rich home who is financial wise secured. He is not able to cope with the fact that his parent he cherished so much no longer exist but long gone. The feeling of terrible sadness always encamped him as a result of that. Until he met Janet. Who is quick to realise that her friend is in dear need of support. It took him some time to open up to her the cause of his sadness.

Having known, she made up her mind to be there for him and this developed to deep rooted love coloured with mutual respect and strong affection. So assuring. In his life, Janet’s love and the the sadness he experienced goes side by side. The presence of the jewel of inestimable value brought the ascertainment. ” I am fortunate to have Janet in my life” his thought as they held hands walking into the not too crowded park that faithful evening, both enjoying the peace and the scenery.

For him, all that came to stop as they passed by an old lady sitting on a bench busy knitting a small red swearter,  sadness overwhelm him and he cried. Not seeing his face, the old woman was admiring their closeness, and she smile, thinking in her mind “love is good, and these ‘up and coming’ look like they have it going. But life is a bundle of contradictions, full of sadness and joy running race together” and then she realise he is crying. Her smile disappeared. Turn to pity, she continue to wonder!

Janet, their hand still linked had her focus elsewhere but she felt sensation and stiffness on her hand. She felt something wrong. Saw him crying. She thought ” give him comfort” and embraced him so he could gain control of himself. They approached a bench nearby. And they both sat and held on to one another. He coughed to clear his troat, he began to say “Though my mother was not as old as that old woman there, but the resemblance is so striking. But the real spark is that my mother is fond of knitting small sweater that she believed is meant for my would be children. Because she love and wanted to have chidren but after a long waiting and almost loss of hope? She had me in early fifties. She always knit for fun and her future grand children which she never thought she will not live to see. Incidentally red is her favourite”.

“My mother was from Texas while my father was a Nigerian. Her dream was for all of us to visit Africa as a large family”. He continues “Now that I have decided to lay down my past and embrace my future who is here with me, would you like to be my mother, my wife and my everything?”

Another set of roll of tears dripping, this tme not his but her’s. There was long silence but with a subtle voice “I have been looking for a father since I lost my father to heart attack. Ain’t I lucky to have my father sitting right here with me?” They glued to each other for a long time with sweet kisses. The old woman voice woke them up “This is the sweetest thing I have seen today” and she just walked away. Little do they know that the old woman had actualy left behind the finished small red sweater right by Janet’s side.

“Writing 101,Day Eight:Death To Adverb”

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Who says green is not sweet? Whether you are, a vegetarian, vegans or non alike. The beauty of the nature cannot be denied. Nature calls and tell us it’s available, inviting and beneficial. All living being depend on green nature of the world we live in. Full breeze and fresh.

The ground is smooth and well manicured, resemblance of canvas of imagination! Beckoning and welcoming. A play place, joy full level loaded with tank of oxygen. Unlike the mundane steel and concrete. A place to revitalise. Subtle terrain to the feet and soul.

The shade,the tone,the degree, the touch! This beautiful bride provides all. The strenght of the trees and the stamina can only be seen on the copy carpet where such drive could be seen by men of artistry dribbling, chasing round leather. Though there is so much fanfare but the joy and easiness enjoyed on the bed here is more penetrating and soul soothing.

“Writing 101, Day Seven:Give And Take”

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The two cities. The relevance of yesteryears and today’s reality. The power and the beauty seems to be changing hand due to impactful leadership of one man knack for uncommon transformation.

Genuine turnaround is always spearheaded by one person. And when that one man assume the mantle of leadership, positive change is inevitable. That is how it is world over till date. That was what Chairman Mao was to China, that was what Obafemi Awolowo was to the defunct post independence Nigerian Western Region. And that is what Chief Godswill Akpabio is to Akwa Ibom State of Nigeria.

Akwa Ibom state was carved out of Cross River State. While they were together, the cross verians and ibomites are friends like enemy. Their rivalry is obvious, loaded with complex. All the good life and development were located in Calabar, the capital city. The people of Cross River always feel superior over Akwa Ibom people. Even after the creation of Akwa Ibom State almost 30 years ago, nothing change until emergence of Godswill Akpabio. He said this in an interview ” when ibom man marry in those days, they have to travel to Calabar to take photograph at 11,11.(about 150 km away). But not anymore”.

The level of infrastructural development brought about by this amiable governor has placed Akwa Ibom State ahead of Cross River State within 8 years, with a margin that may take the later about 25 years to catch up give and take.

Image source: wikipedia

“Writing 101, Day Five:Be Brief”

For all of us voicing our heart out on this platform are just doing one good thing to one another. Deep heartfelt love. A profound foundation for togetherness

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and growth. Doing it well is getting the best of it.

Both young and elderly are in comradeship of going to the same destination. A better life and better living with nothing to hold you back unless you get yourself stuck.

I would say this with all sincererity that I am proudly flying with wordpress. I believe it’s same with you?. Because ‘twixt” is to be brief, I take the indulgence to make it personal. I hope you’ll forgive me for it. Happy blogging.

“Writing 101 (Day 2): Obudu Ranch”: Belekete”

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I was watching CCTV today, the Beautiful China and the spate of massive developments most especially, in the rural area, being turned into cities with infrastructural facilities linking the cities and opening up the entire country.

But here lies similar situation and we don’t know what to do with it.

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Belekete settement is one of the community borthering the Ranch Resort and it’s only accessible from the ranch with no linking road. It may take a full day to and fro, for a journey that supposed to take about few hour if there is a road. According to a newspaper reporter who had to face the odd of travelling there. “The enviroment is serene but life is tough. There is hardship. Bekelete is the opposite of affluence enjoyed by the guests at the ranch. ‘There dejection walk on four legs’ the people are helpless. Nature turk them away among the mountains and it’s difficult for help to come to them. The only thing they get enough is the good weather. That’s the relic of corruption.

Obudu Cattle Ranch is the most desired spot any tourist would like to be. A writer would always look for quite, serene enviroment that could aid his or her writing. That is why so many pen or keypad pusher crave for such places. Where the flow of the mind could be greatly enhanced.

Let me give you a glimpse of Obudu so you can have a feel of the mental picture of Obudu and why it’s such an important tourist destination. Obudu is in the northern part of Cross River State. Situated at Obanliku Local Government Area. A hilly top tourism delight. A specially endowed place with climate temperate in a tropical zone of sub-Sahara Africa. Obudu ranch has facilities, such as Ranch Resort, Conference Centre, 9 hole Golf Course, Water Park, Cable Car. Reputed to be the longest in Africa. The resort host yearly Obudu International Moutain Race.

It is high on the table of tourist sites of the state. The mountain top resort/hotel is 5 star accredited. A uniquely cold place with 0-4 degree centigrade. Extremely cold all year round, staying up the hill is living in winter in summer time. By the time you descend down the hill either with the cable car or by road, you encounter hot weather. The road to the ranch is long and winding! A story for another day. Constant visit to the ranch top is like living in two time zone of extreme cold and hot weather intermittently.

Two lifestyle is obvious at the ranch top, of those that need to be served and that of those that serve them. The later lives in the settlements around the ranch. The ranch was discovered by foreigners. Who lived and developed the ranch to be habitable years back. These settlers are the hands that service the foreigners right from inception till their relocation. The previous government of Mr Donald Duke rediscovered the place and because of its special nature, developed it to an International standard tourist destination. The villagers envy so much luxury and lifestlye at the ranch while they live in penury.

Their sentiment became very obvious and that the state government has to creat a buffer for small leverage for the indigenes. Take for example, the yearly Obudu International Mountain Race. Since the inception of that competition, the prize money, US$50,000.00 is always taken by the foreigners, Kenyans mostly. People became disgruntled that while they are suffering, such huge amount of money is taken away by outsiders. So the goverment was forced to create alternative prize for local participants to douse tension and avert security breakdown.

That’s Obudu for you. An exciting place to be and one of its kind. I hope you’ll enjoy the post. Happy blogging. 🙂

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Image source: Cross River State Tourism site.