AGIP’s Backyard

Niger Delta Pollution

Niger Delta Pollution

This is the environment behind one of the biggest crude oil companies in Nigeria – AGIP.

I did support the fight of the Niger Delta militants until they were paid off and forgot why they took up arms in the first place.

Sigh.

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January 4th – Ogoni Day

Ogoni day is a day dedicated to mostly the remembrance of Ken Saro Wiwa and those who were murdered alongside during the MOSOP movement in 1995.

Prominent politicians give speeches and remind the youths on how Ken fought for Ogonis to enjoy from the oil money generated from their land and so on.

They also talk about the creation of an “Ogoni state”.

These speeches are made by prominent Ogonis, all of whom are men: Senator Magnus Abe, Ledum Mittee of MOSOP, Victor Giadom, etc…

They talk about so many things but it all boils down to – Ken Saro Wiwa, oil money and political power.

Nothing for the numerous educated Ogoni women.

Pictures from the event courtesy of Dornu Nwitua.

P.s: Ogonis, according to oral tradition immigrated from Ghana.

Masquerades

Masquerades

Speakers

Speakers

Ogoni People

Ogoni People

Dancers

Dancers

I’m Home!!!

Yup! I’m back in Port Harcourt, Nigeria. I’m having mixed feelings about the place but it’ll be fine soon.

Being back is bittersweet. So, I’m gonna do a list of the bitter (cons) and sweets (pros) of coming back.

Cons

* I’m growing fat.
* The number of people who have died since I left, is just overwhelming – family friends, neighbours, relatives, everyone has lost a person I knew 4 years ago. 😦
* The cost of having an internet connection is too damn high. 3GB is about N2500. That’s like Rs833.

Internet is Expensive

Internet is Expensive

* Its really difficult to buy things because I keep converting the price to Rupees then back to Naira and make comparisons in my head.
*My dad has the solution to more than half of Nigeria’s political problems. How is this a con? I get to listen and nod in agreement, EVERY SINGLE TIME, because his arguments make sense. :s
*My dish/plate washing and pot scrubbing duties have been re instituted and I have been given full entitlements to anything pertaining to the kitchen, such as cleaning and occasionally cooking . What can I say? Life is pretty awesome.*shrugging my shoulders*
*I have 5 and 9 year old sisters – this means everything I own is theirs.
*I almost forgot the lack of electricity. How funny of me, because the lack of electricity issue is no joke, which leads to the next point.
*Use of noisy generators which make it practically impossible to sleep at night.

Everybody, I mean every single body own one of these

Everybody, I mean every single body own one of these

*I miss Dal Makhani, butter roti and pickles.

Pros
*ALL Bills are on my dad. This probably, is the best thing about everything.
*The washing machine – I missed it so much. It’s the little things 🙂
*The food. The food is just amazing. I’ll do a post specifically for the food I’ve had since I came back.
*The highest temperature so far is 28 degrees celsius. Take that North India! Its been cool all through.

PH city weather

PH city weather

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Our street was flooded with water

*I get to see my family again 🙂

*No more stares in public, so I’m more comfortable leaving the house.
*Its easier to get my braids done (not an important point for guys, I know).

Did my braids the same day I got home

Did my braids the same day I got home

* The food again, just because its absolutely amazing. I won’t lie.
*I get to see old friends and compare how tall we’ve grown and also occasionally compare boob size.
*Lastly, I met a friend I haven’t seen in 10 whole years. The weird part is she still looks exactly the same except more feminine if you know what I mean.

PICTURE OF THE DAY.

I was in an auto rickshaw going somewhere and couldn’t help but take a photo of this guy.

Its human nature to know that when a person rests his chin on his hand, it signifies stress, fatigue or as I put “whatever  wants to happen should happen”. I feel this way almost all the time. I guess feeling homesick has something to do with it.

Udaipur, Ranakpur and Pushkar

Hi there,

So I’ve kinda loved photography for a while now and I noticed this when I became aware of the beauty around me and the fact that if I had a photo of it, I could see this creation of God in all its beauty anytime I wanted to. So I bought a cheap point and shoot camera to start with(for lack of money to buy a DSLR).

All the photos are taken with a canon IXUS 130.

Enjoy!

Pune!

Hi there,

So I just visited Pune, Maharashtra. Its a city in southern India. Pune in my own perspective is a city where expatriates mostly come to work. You don’t find much tourists in Pune and there isn’t much tourist attractions also. but I had the chance to visit two museums. It was so much fun!

First, I’ll start with booking a ticket to Pune: I booked my ticket a month early, you should also if you want to be sure of a berth on the train. Due to the fact that Jaipur is not much of a metropolitan city, there wasn’t a train going to Pune from Jaipur on the day I decided to leave this meant that I had to travel to Delhi, before catching the train to Pune. So I called the radio cab to pick me up from my house by 12:00am, since the train was leaving by 11:00am the following day (Monday). So I left the house by 12am sharp – thank you radio cab.Got to the bus station by 12:15am. Talked with the nice Indian at the counter about how I wished to meet up the train the following without renting a hotel or waiting for too long at the train station. he suggested that I should leave by 1:30am, since the trip to Delhi is 5 hour drive, I thought the same and waited for an hour. It was late October and winter is on its way so I got a little bit cold although I was wearing my sweater and socks. Now, cold doesn’t go very well with my bladder, so within half an hour I started feeling the need to urinate. So, to reduce this feeling I tried to think about others, you know, to forget about it. It worked until I got into the bus and the driver turned on the AC to highest (or lowest depends on how you look at it, all I know is that it was cold) possible temperature. And I was reminded again that I had to use the toilet. Remembering that there will be a stop of 10-15mins after 2 and the half hours, I just prayed to God and forced myself to sleep, covering myself with my shawl. I don’t know if you guys have seen some Indian shawls but some can get really big like a blanket and this was exactly how mine was.

Got to Delhi, and this dude who has being moping at me hasn’t stopped yet. Sometimes I wonder why they look. It’s a mystery to me. I wonder if it is because I wear dreadlocks which aren’t black or it is because of my skin colour or maybe its just maybe because I look “beautiful” just kidding. I got down from the bus at Bikaner House, took an auto rickshaw for Rs150 to H.Nizamuddin train station. Got inside tried to find the platform for my train from a security guard/policeman(not sure) but he couldn’t speak/understand English. Tried to do same from another uniformed dresses guy but he didn’t know what the hell I was talking about even though he worked there. Lucky for me, I read online that to find a platform its best to ask those guys in red(forgotten their name at the time of writing this post), they carry bags for you. So I asked two different men in red and they told platform 5 but because I also read online that Indians try to help you out even if they don’t know the answer I decided to stand outside in front of the screen that shows train schedules and their platforms. I was just standing in front of this thing for two 2 hours or there about until it appeared(my train) and the platform was 5. Well so much for trying to be accurate. All this while a mentally challenged man went around the train station thrice, a girl and her sister whose ankle was broken passed me by 3 to 4 times and every time they try to sneak a peak at my hair.

So I went through the check points, my bag went through the bag scanner,I read the signs which lead to platform 5. Got to platform 5 saw the train quickly took my seat while I waited for my breakfast of chai and a sandwich which had cheese, I would have preferred butter. I sat down close to a Kashmiri couple and an old lady whose son is obese. I noticed this when he came to drop her off in the train. I know Indian has a lot of languages but hearing Kashmiri language was enticing to my ears, I didn’t want them to stop talking it was all shhhhhhhhh just like you hear rrrrrrrrrrrrrrii when an American speaks. I ate chappatti/roti and chicken curry for lunch and dinner. And intermittently they give you these delicious bread sticks and butter.

So, as usual I had to use the toilet on the train and would have shown you what it looked like but I’m having problems with the flash uploader/ browser uploader.

So I got to Pune at exactly 7:00am on tuesday morning just as planned, got into an auto and headed straight for where I resided through out my stay there. I just want thank you Siera.Again. It was fun.

I visited the Raja Dinkar Kelkar Museum and also the Dr. Ambedkar Museum and Memorial. Dr. Ambedkar museum had everything about his life history in photos and they also had garments he worn during his lifetime. I also learnt that he was the one in charge of penning the constitution of India. I saw the kind of books he read as a lawyer – mostly encyclopedias about human psychology and the state of England.

 

 

 

Went on tour of the market and malls and also shops where antiques are sold. Also, saw shops which had these tags of “WE HAVE NO MORE BRANCHES” written boldly close to the name of the shops. I bought an anklet, we got home by 4:00pm, wore the anklet by 4:15pm anklet got broken by 6:00pm. Brand new anklet in the waste bin by 6:01pm. Incredible India!!!

p.s: really angry that I’m not able to upload photos, maybe due to bandwidth, don’t really know.