Reporter's Diary:
Five minutes of ‘Hell’ journey to Aiyetoro
L-R:Jide Tububo, Taiwo Abiodun and other passengers in the canoe from Aiyetoro to Ugboland seashore |
L-R:Jide Tububo, Taiwo Abiodun praying , with other passengers |
L-R:Jide Tububo, Taiwo Abiodun and other passengers in the canoe |
Taiwo Abiodun who visited Aiyetoro town , in Ondo state narrated
his experience on water.
The journey from Lagos to Ore was smooth. And again , the
journey from Ore, Okitipupa , Igbokoda and
to Ugboland was relatively fair.
But as I arrived Ugboland seashore in Ilaje Local
government and sighted canoes, children, mothers who
strapped their babies on their backs and also
toddlers in the canoes I then developed goose pimples. I shrank and urinated in my pant.
Once again I glanced at the
Atlantic Ocean and saw an
area that was still, and immovable. This murky river pretended to be still, yet moving slowly.
And when I saw and felt the bubbles of the waves ,I gave a heavy sigh.
Then I remembered my
family far away. I looked at the sky , and shook my
head. I quickly remembered some of my good and
two –faced friends who are like
the Greek mythological Janus. I remembered those who
had offended me and I forgave them all when I
remembered the Lord’s prayer that we should forgive our debtors .I remembered the good jokes and the nice
times we had together . Different
thoughts flooded my mind. I now know that life is sweet.
But now it is either head
or tail. Yes, it is either success or failure. I told my professional colleague and childhood
friend Jide Tububo [ aka Modulo]who
accompanied me that we should turn back, but he insisted and said ‘’Taiye,
no going back!’’.
I then remembered
Alexander the Great , the Macedonian King who during the Peloponnesian War went to break the bridge and told his soldiers
that there was no going back, he asked them to summon
courage and fought gallantly .The troops eventually won the war..
I went to the woman
selling local gin‘ogogoro’ by the seashore and took four, five shots to dwarf my cowardice and
then called my Editors to tell them where I was. I called my twin brother, Kehinde who is far
away in Canada where I was. I called my wife and children too . I called Engineer Olanipekun Adebeye in Owo to
inform other friends on the journey I had embarked on. Then I jumped into the canoe.
As the sea man started
the engine, I became a Born- Again
Christian and in a jiffy I started reciting Psalms 23, 16, and 91 as my
wife instructed me on phone. I now knew the value of a wife and a woman in
one’s life. I begged God for forgiveness. I then remembered
that it
has been long I went to church.
I now believed there is a place called hell, the hottest place . I soliloquised like a mad man and other
passengers on board were staring at me .They looked at me
as a novice or new comer or an idiot.
Yes, call me any name by now , label me or tag me whatever you like, my mouth
has become sealed without using gum.
Now the canoe took off , it first started moving slowly and I then remembered that I had
no life s jacket!, When I demanded for
one , they all burst into laughter. I
now know that I was doing the FIRST thing LAST!
Now in the middle of
the deep blue sea I could see and feel
the sea waves and the splashing water and its
foaming but when the boat kept on
speeding and bouncing and tilting sideways , I became a prayer warrior and started to speak
in tongue. I sang Bob Marley’s Redemption
song of Old Pirate ,Yes they rob I , sold I to the Merchant ships
minutes after they took I from the
bottomless pit , but my hand was made strong by the hand of the Almighty
........the songs of Freedom.....As another boat sped by and rocked our own boat my heart pumped the more,
I started another song: Oh,
Please don’t you rock my boat , Don’t rock my boat , cause I don’t
want my boat to be rocking ......
I looked backward
and saw the torrents of water moving slowly. I looked sideways
and saw water. At the front was
endless water that comfortably stayed where they are. And again I remembered
the late Afro King Fela Anikulapo Kuti’s song that, Trouble dey sleep jeje, yanga go wake am.
Then the engine stopped abruptly on the sea, and I screamed
’’ I am in trouble’’. But nobody blinked an eye. And I remembered the
last words of Jesus Christ on the cross ‘it is
finished’. I looked at my ceramic- built
wrist watch and asked when we would get to our destination which I had been told would not last than
five minutes, but nobody answered me. I was like a moron, a buffoon
and idiot. The man started the engine
again and we sped off. We eventually berth at 6.59pm and I shouted hallelujah.
As I made
effort to jump out of the boat
and land on the sea shore I almost fell back into the river but I quickly
held unto a pole. I
ran out and was free .I later went to take bottles of beer to celebrate my safely
arrival while my friend lighted his Rothmans cigarette and
smoked like chimney, unperturbed.
But in the night
during our discussion with some youths they warned us that we should have put
on life jackets as many people had drown and apart from that , the river had been
dredged and has become deeper. Again, on
hearing this I could not sleep throughout the night.
I went to the toilet 20 times and pee 30 times like a diabetic patient. I started
having night mares .
Despite my sleepless
night. I remembered the late D.O Fagunwa, a Yoruba novelist that I have written a lot about on how he fell into River Niger in Bida . I thought of my family
members again across the Atlantic Ocean . I thought of my friends and
jokes. Again, I remembered the
last words of Jesus Christ on the cross ‘it is finished’.
I had my bath at 5.00am in the
hotel we lodged. I went out again and took ogogoro
gin to suppress my fear. In the morning
I fell into a pool of water which I believed was due to the ogogoro I had taken or my nightmares or bad signals or premonition of what will happen.
I now remembered Patience Saduwa a professional colleague in the office who used to tease me in the
office that if I wanted to marry her I
should go and swim across river Ethiope
in Delta State. I thought of the people living in Riverine Area , people in
Lagos who pass through Carter Bridge and Third Mainland bridge on daily basis but
cannot swim yet the government did not provide any safety measures for anybody or train
Lagosians the rudiments of swimming
as a caring and good government
should.
We sailed again at Ugboland , and I became happy.
Now , I started
ruminating over many things:What if I
had drown? , our paper will give me an obituary page. Many will say curiosity kills the cat , Babalawo of The Nation is dead. He went
to look for news and died there. People
would say he was looking for award- winning story but what
of before they discovered my body? They would have searched and searched for my body which would have been heavily bloated like a balloon . Who will travel a 7- hour journey to attend my burial by the sea side?
Eventually some
would say they had buried the Alakori
[ the idiot] boy by the river side.
Since my return from
Aiyetoro town I have been having sleepless nights seeing the great risk i took
by crossing the sea without life safety jackets . Again seeing able- bodied, educated, enlightened and healthy graduates who turned to fishermen overnight while the Federal and state government are watching.
This is a town that produces petroleum yet nothing to show
for it . No news about the NDDC’s stolen
funds o f N67 billion again yet there is no sign that the area is enjoying the
money from OMPADEC. Now, Political jamboree is going on in Ondo State and in Abuja by the Federal Government. Who will blame this youths if they
become criminals?. I would have become a militant if ……….
Now, I know why Adaka Boro and Ken Saro- Wiwa were
fighting .The federal government is drilling oil from these communities yet not
developed and the water is polluted and no employment for their children . This
is cheating .A slap on their faces.
When I remembered
that I forgot my cell phone charger in the hotel room where I passed the night my heart beat increased. To go back or not to go back and pick it
? To blazes with the charger.
Even if I forgot my Blackberry and the latest i pad - to hell with them . I am not only
having hydrophobia but seeing the unemployed graduates who are now fishermen is nauseating, disgusting, and irritating. It
is callous.
When the sad news
of the drowning of the three
Policemen, and INEC officials was reported last week, I felt sorry for them .My condolence goes to their family
members as my experience on the water reminded me the lapses the federal and state
government had, at least they should have provided the officials life jackets.
If I should go there again
I could spark off revolution against the state and federal
government. I can even shoot the local Government chairman.
I Swear. Shikena