The tide was rising and a cloak of frigid air enfolded the Degema area. It was close to mid-night and the moon soared high into a nude sky. Standing on the veranda of the lower deck of our houseboat which had been carefully moored on the banks of Sambreiro River, somewhere between Nkpor and Ilelema…
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…
Against a blanket of a glistening dark creek, sway a trio of sawn-Àràbà punts. Arms-in-arms like three jolly friends they rocked to the silken tunes of gentle waves.It was mid-day at Ogonokom waterside, River State, Nigeria. Young men argued tenaciously under a nearby shade as two people sat, poring over a board of draft game….