WELCOME TO FLOOD CITY

I felt so ashamed as I walked out of the bank to see what I could term an overpriced rain distribution….. The rain warned and warned…. Pushing out all the things in his way…. His partner the wind also heralding the message here and there although that in small quantities….. I knew I didn’t have much cash on me to make a bike man to dare that threat so I did what I thought was a wise thing to do….. I jumped right in…. running towards the bus stop so I can catch a ride with the school bus for just 30 Naira…….but oh!! How foolish I really was. Before long the rain doubled in strength and tenacity and ferocity…… and soon, the ferocity and rage of the wind devoured my resilience and strength…. My once bolstering confidence now waned and cowered in its shell….. I quickly darted my eyes here and there in search of the nearest shelter and the closest thing to a cozy shelter that I could find was the porch of what looked like a mad person’s abode. Although I was quite scared of what might happen if the place was what I thought it to be and the oni’le should come and find me there, I feared what the rain might do to me more. And as I turned into the porch, another lady joined me…. We stayed there waiting for the rain to abate or at least reduce enough for me to be able to move in it……. We waited and waited…. Expecting what started to look like the coming of the Lord…… I even dosed off in the process of waiting….. all my earlier felt fear of a man sister or brother had died down as fatigue and weariness had overtaken my fear. I slept for a while and at some point, I would be awoken by the rain as it hit my legs forcing me to jolt back out of my dreams. I thank God that I woke again when I did if not, I would have probably slept there….. the bus I at first was running to meet, came right through my very front and I almost missed it….. I quickly flagged it down and jumped through the rain right into it.

While in the bus, I saw some very appalling sights….. the raging waters all around….. they were so pissed that they took up entire streets. The guests were very angry they wanted to and almost swallowed cars whole…. All this was due to the very beautiful and well carved out drainage systems that were all around the city…. The drainage served as honey to lure the bears in… and some very otherwise pronounced pot-holes, were so oblique that you wouldn’t know whether the road was even spoilt at all. This was a sign of good governance as this did not at all endanger the lives of the citizens. Rather it makes them very very comfortable and happy….. all over the city, the new residents starts to take over….. making themselves at home and so at peace as they easily drive the former occupants of the city. The once proud city, is now renamed….. The Flood City!!!!

It doesn’t matter to the invaders who stand in their way…. In fact who is bold enough to stand against them? Their weapons are rendered useless and they themselves are even unsure whether to stand and fight as they (the invaders), are also hauling flying weapons from above. Little ones unable to stand their grounds, are carried away in the rolling tide….. what are our precious government doing about it? They are gladly and helpfully doing ….. NOTHING!!!! They are busy using the supposed fund for us to do…..

My appeal to the people of Flood City…. Just get a sign-post and inscribe WELCOME TO FLOOD CITY at the entrance and take down that ‘welcome to Ekpoma’ sign….. and dear Government….. God dey!!!!