Well believe me it has been a long month, I didnt know how long and how tired I was until my nights began to be a long nightmare, the nights became characterized with tossing from one end of my very large hotel bed( any ideas) to the other......I was looking forward to a break, i needed to rest my head, rest my body and cool off , well May 1st , workers day .... i looked forward to it with lots of anxiety ...but trust the chinese.. some chap had a brain wave and stuck in the North I was, but by jove i was tired of the lonely nights in the hotel, I was beginning to talk to myself and seeing people who were not there ...to keep my sanity , i offered to go to Zaria, to handle the Jobs there for the weekend......my aunt stays there!
The last time i was in Zaria was ten years ago , I do recall that my 1st visit was made during the hamattan period, i got into Zaria at about 5am of that day, it was so cold, and the fog was so thick that one couldnt see beyond a arms length, this time i got into zaria at about 8pm after a hard day's work, i wasn't too happy this was the last friday of the month, in lagos , my people 
for don dey call, where we go hang out , i for dey with my padis
and we for dey catch our small small grove till maybe 1am ,for morning before all go thier papa and mama house....here i was alone
, no beer , no friend, just my bag and my phone as companions.....
for don dey call, where we go hang out , i for dey with my padis and we for dey catch our small small grove till maybe 1am ,for morning before all go thier papa and mama house....here i was alone, no beer , no friend, just my bag and my phone as companions.....
But in life we never can tell categorically , what lies ahead!
Zaria turn out to be the idle get away....My aunt with her 9 children live in a small bungalow, on a vast field , the set up is a perfect picture of the farm houses we read about in books ( for the imaginative minds) ,she rears goats , chickens and ducks , the area is quiet and you can hear the trees talk, the wind whistles at night and the birds sing in the mornings... my cousins, love me
, not that they have much of a choice in the matter though!!!.....I got into the house that night and gees , i felt like some star , they screamed my name and i am sure in lands far away some old man and woman enjoying the cool soothing breeze of the night must have heard !!!, food was made and served , my bed was laid , my cloths were washed and it felt so good cos i didnt have to pay for all this like i had been doing in the last 6weeks , it was free without strings attached..can life get better.....
, not that they have much of a choice in the matter though!!!.....I got into the house that night and gees , i felt like some star , they screamed my name and i am sure in lands far away some old man and woman enjoying the cool soothing breeze of the night must have heard !!!, food was made and served , my bed was laid , my cloths were washed and it felt so good cos i didnt have to pay for all this like i had been doing in the last 6weeks , it was free without strings attached..can life get better.....
In 3 days i got so used to the stench of goat shit in the air and let me shock you , there was something very sensual about that aroma!!!!, Fura, the local yoghurt, became a delicacy !, and for you guys ....it does work wonders
, ....there wasnt the large hotel bed, here i slept on this 4 X 4 bed and i slept well , i had fanastic dreams of "you know Who"....and was it bliss or bliss!!, I awoke each morning to hear my aunt and 6 female cousins asking what i wanted to eat and when and how....all i did was ...NOTHING!!!.... the mornings rolled by and after visiting the sites which i had to go to , I always walked into the BAR( wetin i for do ) which my self appointed escort.( a gaurd at one of the sites) found for me, it is located in an area called PZ.. in Zaria city and una no go beleive ohhh the place tap, e tap pass KURAMO !
about that aroma!!!!, Fura, the local yoghurt, became a delicacy !, and for you guys ....it does work wonders, ....there wasnt the large hotel bed, here i slept on this 4 X 4 bed and i slept well , i had fanastic dreams of "you know Who"....and was it bliss or bliss!!, I awoke each morning to hear my aunt and 6 female cousins asking what i wanted to eat and when and how....all i did was ...NOTHING!!!.... the mornings rolled by and after visiting the sites which i had to go to , I always walked into the BAR( wetin i for do ) which my self appointed escort.( a gaurd at one of the sites) found for me, it is located in an area called PZ.. in Zaria city and una no go beleive ohhh the place tap, e tap pass KURAMO !
and there like a typical omo boy I drank the local brew: wilfore dark ale, and tiger Rock ( kemi na small I drink OH)....but I was glad to see people unwind , at night it looks like any nice joint in lagos where you can take good girls to, ironically here like obalende in kaduna , you hear the very OLD SKOOL ,.... the different kinds of P soup very available.......Again Zaria the supposed sharia zone shocks me.....true here unlike other states there is the a strong influence of the islamic faith , but the people are still normal , i saw a few agberos , collecting there thing, the kind plank with nails wey these guys dey hold , u no go argue, I saw poverty in the many almajiries walking the streets , I saw beauty in the fair ,innocent looking fulani girls and women , with there bodies adorned with all the gold in the world..I saw young people struggling to make a living, picking animal bones to make plates and glass utensils,I saw the fulani herd man with his cattle, the care and affection which he has and shows his cattle only rivalled by that of mother and child, during this season of low rainfall , you can see him , picking friuts and giving to his cattle like any good mother would do !!, the sights of Zaria still blurr my Vision!!!
Something also happen in Zaria, i went to church!!!!....Our lady of peace Catholic Church,ABU......this is something that had eluded me for a couple of weeks now and you can't imagine the peace i experienced when I walked into that Church, it reminded me of the catheral in ilorin and the church in UI, I felt like a lost sheep coming home and the priest...oh boy , na music or nollywood for be in vocation,anyway finally the lagos traveller found God in a strange land...
...on a passing note , the girls in ABU have learnt to do wonderful things with the ankara material , for those who wish to know more ?????????, please see me in person for details
...Our lady of peace Catholic Church,ABU......this is something that had eluded me for a couple of weeks now and you can't imagine the peace i experienced when I walked into that Church, it reminded me of the catheral in ilorin and the church in UI, I felt like a lost sheep coming home and the priest...oh boy , na music or nollywood for be in vocation,anyway finally the lagos traveller found God in a strange land......on a passing note , the girls in ABU have learnt to do wonderful things with the ankara material , for those who wish to know more ?????????, please see me in person for details
I was back in Kaduna on the 1st of may, back to my hotel room, the large unused bed, the hotel helps who i have to pay for everything , and my Chinco OGA, telling me "how to do ", "what to do"....and again the boredom settles in.......Life and its many travails!!!
hope to see you guys soon !
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the Lagos Traveller 
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