Village ; Our Best And Most Reliable Home.



What a revolution we have experienced?

Today, nobody wants to be called a village boy or girl. We treat the reference with utter disdain. In our towns and cities presently, so many things have changed. We now have multiple lane highways laden with state-of-the-art automobiles of different makes. We shop in glittering super stores with different goods and services to our pleasure.


Our coporate citizens who suddenly find themselves in this sparkling clean environment with well engineered houses quickly forget they are all from villages. Their names have been anglicized and their accents polished to reflect their new settlement. They wear outlandish dresses that completely jettison their typical heritage, all in the act to homogenize with city life.


While this may be a sort of comfort to us, it has not failed to come with its attendant disadvantages like increased pollution (noise, chemical, water,light,land), break down in social relationships and promotion of social vices in the society.


For some of us that grew up in the village, we have had a fair experience of these two divides.

I will not forget in a hurry those days that we got woken up by a cock crow to fetch water in the village stream(udim Nnzei as it was called). These "guys" were specialists in time keeping as they dutifully heralded the dawn of the morning daily. We will trek some kilometers, braving the morning cold and dew to make sure we got clean water for drinking. When we wanted to eat these cocks, my grandmother would ask us to pursue it to a catch and what would follow there after was strictly the affairs of the stomach.

Our vegetables were fresh because they were harvested from a farm close to the house and this gave rise to various soups such as Affang, Edikang ikong, Ottong, Aabak,  Effie efere, Udot efere, etc.


On our way to school in the middle 90's, we'd always go in groups with our bags firmly held and our uniforms well tucked in to muster preparation for the day's academic activities. Various songs filled the air in our devotion ground.

"Little by little says a thoughtful Boy

Moment by moment are enjoyed

Learning a little everyday

I'm not spending all my time in play." 2x


It was a pleasant experience which I think my friend Don kingbrainny can relate.

On returning, especially in the moon light, we sang and danced to various songs with stories to complement them. These are all that we enjoyed before city life crept in to separate us.


Hmm! In times like this were COVID-19 has ravaged our world, turning cities to ghost towns, we have nothing other than  returning to our homestead where we can sit back and enjoy the ambience- away from the bustling life of the city. I am in my village, I hope you are in yours.


Samuel Adatang


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