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Glitters of yellowish-brown lights whispered off handcrafts of ingenious minds. Crafts of staffs, swords and many masks, they were; While some others were of human forms that tell stories of ancient times, others happily flaunted their exotic and ostentatious designs to anyone who cared to stare. These figures line a street at a busy city-centre,…
A bell-less belfry juts into the clear blue skies, spanked on all sides by the merciless rays of the soaring sun. The mud-brick stones of the aged church beneath fortifies the ostentatious poise of the belfry, while its dexterously crafted fascias splash rows of spectacular shadows on its asbestos walls. This is the oldest church…
In the land of Igarra, Edo State, rumbles a gracious, yet unknown waterfall. Along the course of River Pankasha it forms, just as its dust-coloured waters plunge down a steep 6m-high and 10m-wide rock-face of foliated quartzite. The landscape that surrounds Pankasha River is a stylish fabric of grass land and punctuations of small trees…
NYSC is almost over, and in less than a week time I will round up my service at IITA Ibadan (International Institute of Tropical Agriculture) where I was attached. So, on Sunday night, while thinking about my nysc experiences it dawned on me that there’s one last stone still unturned: One beautiful lake I was…
Coals of fire, dancing on Sambriero River, Bubbles of lightening, sitting on plush sofas of gently bouncing waters. It is sunrise, the sun has begun to soar like a kite in the skies, And shadowy pockets of mangrove thickets are bathed with its rising light. The world beneath, rivers and creeks, are still asleep, Oh…
“Still, laid the lifeless carcass of a beautiful turtle upon the cold floors of a wooden batcher in Elem-Sangama village, Soku, in the Niger Delta. It was in the harsh claws of a fisherman’s net that it was caught, conquered and dragged ashore by a rustic dug-out boat hewn from the sempervirent mangrove forests cloaking…
Within the belly of Omi-Ìwò cave, the hydraulic sound of a crystal clear spring mixed with the whirring calls of resident bats disvirgin the air. A blinding beam of light pierces the torn rock and illuminates a small pool of water within the cave, from which flowed the stream which the people call “Ìwò”. The…
As the streets of Victoria Island, Lagos bustled with ‘ponpons’ and ‘hons’ of traffic, so did the great waves of the Atlantic coast rumble against the bleached sands of the Kuramo Beach. And although the long pile of concrete interlocks had managed to keep the waters away from the nearby Ahmadu-Bello Street, the beautiful remains…
I peeped through a hole on a massive tree trunk, and at me peeked a viscous sheet of mud-brown fluid punctuated at different corners by verdant water lilies and rimmed along its banks by lush and verdant forests. The water lilies danced slowly as the waves of the lake gently swirled, glistening in the flood…
Down poured heavy showers of rain upon the stretch of Victoria Island in Lagos, flooding the lagoon banks on its northern flank and soaking the white sands of its beaches on the southern flank. Yet, the ocean raged as usual, inundating the Naija coastline with its invigorating saline fluids- its Atlantic waters and SE trade…