A Silhouette called Soku Island
It is 6:30pm and I hear the sun knock on my door. She is on her way back home, and wanted to say goodnight to her dear pal, the landscape photographer.
“Just a minute”, and I loose the latch on my bamboo door. As it flings open, my visitor greets me with a million hug of violet skies, pillowed with broad strips of gold and yellow, and resting gracefully on a gentle skyline of shadowed low mangroves. A reflexive smile draws a broad line on my lips; and so special I feel, ‘cos this visit a man may never receive in all his years.
I step out of my shack of jute and palm frond, and the soft beach sands meet my feet with charming embrace. A bunkering boat had been moored in the narrow creek opposite my street, and it is reposed in a silhouette worn on it by the setting sun. The creek waters glistened with sweet solar fire, exuding an unspeakable aura of beauty and elegance. I never knew these kind of sights existed near me, in these mazy creeks of a bullet-ridden land- the Niger Delta, not the creeks of Florida.
Sit by the creek shores, and observe its awe, enraptured by its numerous flora and fauna, all these you cannot but adore. This is Soku, a small island locked away in the ‘middle of no-where’- 1hr from Abonema Jetty, 1hr from the Atlantic Ocean, in Rivers State, south-south Nigeria.
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