I settled him and dropped him off, and drove to the BNB. Human cargo who seems to know everything on the street and had learned the lessons of life from those same streets at an early age the streets whose law like all natural law was similar and simple, ‘only by mutual (not mutua, as he calls it) efforts do you survive.’ It is as he concludes our banters, that, it’s impossible to survive the streets alone. I was pleasantly hungry, but what do I do with my newfound friend, this Walked briskly up the path leading to the main entrance heading home, to my BnB. I stood, unconscious that I have made a sound, watching the constant movement of the lizards around the base of the rock as they darted after insects or fornicating. I caught sight of a swimming pool whose pond changed hue and tone as the sun’s burning rays shift their angle of reflection. The scenery from the top is captivating virtually everything in view in the city below – the ground, the streets, the moving vehicles, the walls, and the structures with their assortment of roofing look exquisite. My guide and companion invited me to get out of the Jeep and climb to the summit of the rock for a superb panorama of the city or whatever remained of it. Cripple it and it would soundless scream until ants and other flies came to fight over its living flesh.Ī forty-some minutes drive took us to the base of Zuma. To kill a fly is careless, cripple it, then the thing would suffer and repay in tiny measure your suffering. A deft, half-unconscious twist of the left wrist and a fly fell to the ground, maimed. I used my bamboo fly-swat, a gift from a Nikai engagement while on peripatetics in Michika-Adamawa state. Two green flies flew around the peripheral arc of my vision. Of course, it arguably tried its best among many contending options on one hand and on the other, a pressing global economic crisis and consequent dwindling revenue. It promises to be a bright day and the iridescence under the bowl of the Abuja tropical skies lost its beauties, for its inhabitants and even for first-time visitors, long before the International communities intelligence reports and the subsequent evacuations of their nationals from the FCT, and has become what it is – an obscene forbidding prison and the fading matinée of a government (used here as a continue) that has promised a whole panoply of social and economic improvements for sixty-two years. I choose to be a disinterested guide in this piece so that I can be fair in judging all that I see or feel because I am not involved in it and do not expect to gain anything from it personally.
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