Nomadic Negro’s 2017 In Retrospect
As hinted on my blog’s birthday, I was in my final year in Unilag when I vowed to ravel the world. I can still remember that night in JAJA hall as I asked myself severally if I really wanted to do this.
How and when wasn’t clear but I sure knew where to start.
My first major trip was Ogun state
On this trip I stacked 10,000 in my pocket and journeyed to Abeokuta where I had a fabulous time with Dare, my very first host. I explored the uncharted Bilikisu Sungbo’s grave in Ijebu Ode, the Alake Of Egba’s palace, The historic centenary hall in Ake where the portraits of all important personalities in the Egba kingdom ere preserved and of course the chief of them all, The Olumo Rock.
(NB: my article on Olumo rock and centenary hall both made the front page of Africa’s most popular forum and both hit an average of thirty thousand views).
Next was Badagry (Lagos)
10,000 was ll I went with on this trip as well, and places like the Mobee family Museum, Seriki Abass- Brazilian Barracoon and the first storey building in Nigeria all witnessed the presence of a negro on transit. The historic point of no return was the most exhilarating of all as it was both tiring and intriguing. I sailed on a local boat across the lagoon to a private beach where I buried myself completely into the beach sand, had a terrible running stomach after consuming more semovita than my intestine could comprehend. And finally I went to a pig farm in Ajido village where I got to interview the most popular pig farmer in the village.
Then I backpacked again and for Ilorin
Tayo and Abu hosted me on this trip. The total of #10,000 was all I went with. The most important tourist attraction would be the Owu fall which till date is the most scary trip I’ve embarked on (coming second will be Bilikisu Sungbo’s grave). Unilorin seems to be another awesome stop as I explored the school’s zoo and dam. Till this day, The central mosque in Ilorin to me remains unmatched by any mosque I’ve seen all through my sojourns.
Don’t know why I went to Imo
… but the night bus ride definitely has to be the most interesting part of my journey because, Imo actually don’t really have any tourist attraction save for the Oguta lake which is just as normal as anything else.
Osun then Came forth
The food, the people, roads or beautiful schools, where do I even start to shower my praises on this beautiful destination?
My first stop was the great University of Ife where I spent the night alongside Dami and Kunle to witness how things were being done in Nigeria’s most culturally conscious university. We paid homage to the world’s Kegite headquarters in the great Awo hall, Woke very early in order to get lost in the acutely fascinating terrain of Olumirin waterfall.
We on the next day rode on the shiny asphalt of Osun State to the abandoned Nike art gallery, bailed again and soon found ourselves in one of the only 2 UNESCO world heritage sites in Nigeria- the sacred Osun groove where the lessons of Madam Susan Wenger was taught to me like a toddler.
Then there was a break
Man needed to give to gods what was duly theirs.
I had to travel down to Ogun State for my compulsory Nysc camp. The startup I worked for also needed my presence, so I had to be tactful with my moves, hence couldn’t travel for a while.
Then I got my major break!!!
Camp was over and the son of man bailed again.
Ibadan came calling.
This time around, I went with Dami again, we lodged in Paris hotel along Ring Road where we got the best of hospitality. I journeyed through the filthy streets of Mokola in serach of Amala. Came back, visited the First university In Nigeria, where I saw one of the most organized zoos in the country (alongside that of Unilorin). I stopped by at Agodi gardens too where I confirmed that Nigerians can sometimes be good at maintaining edifices as huge as that. Oke sapati was next, and there I was taken aback with a brief history of Bower’s Tower. Like a fragile time bomb, my mind ticked, like it’d rip apart the tiny layer which covered my ribs when I ascended the fragile tower. I saw the true beauty of Ibadan was actually in the brown roofs. I climbed down, went back into town to see the first sky scraper in Nigeria (cocoa house) and also to see the popular Mapo hall before a detour back to my hotel room.
2017 rounded off with the suspended lake of Ado Awaye.
Having missed out slightly on this trip when I was in Ibadan, I vowed a second coming. But Unlike Jesus, I returned earlier than my followers envisaged.
After a disappointing day 1, I refused to back down and continued my trip the next day and didn’t stop until I got to the summit to write my name where the few greats who have seen the only suspended lake in Africa before their death wrote theirs.
I’m at the verge of embarking on my 2018 voyage where I’d have completed a tour around all the south-western states in Nigeria by the end of February and must have done and written about 20 of 36 Nigerian states by the end of the year.
Isn’t that just awesome?