Since my last article I have been very busy travelling to new
destinations locally and internationally for business, pleasure and of
course; in search every man’s favorite play thing-new pussy! As I sit
here at the waiting lounge of the Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport
Abuja awaiting my flight’s boarding call; I still have a slight head
ache and sore limbs from last’s night’s party and despite drinking what
seems like gallons of water, I can still taste Karen’s juices on my
tongue (….or is it Ivy’s?)
About two weeks ago I received a phone call from an old class mate to
personally invite me to his wedding ceremony which was taking place in
the small city of Makurdi. This was not a new destination to me; I had
been to Makurdi before on a business trip and I loved everything about
it- the serenity, the cheap food and their voluptuous women…how could I
pass up such an opportunity? Makurdi is the capital of the state
Benue in Nigeria. The city is located in central Nigeria along the Benue
River and shares borders with Nassarawa, Kogi, Cross River and Taraba
States. I couldn’t wait to get my taste buds on their local delicacy;
pounded yam, bush meat and pocho (a local soup) which
I was introduced to on my first trip there. Benue State is famously
known as the Food Basket of the Nation and after my weekend of food, fun
and fornication, I couldn’t agree more.
I made plans to visit some landmarks and tourist destinations while I was out there; so I traveled a day earlier. As a
BSG (bad sharp guy) I
started re-establishing contacts with some of the local girls who I
met from the last trip ; after all, what’s a trip without tasting from
the soil of the land? One delayed flight, an uncomfortable road trip and
a few hours later I arrived in Makurdi. I was received by my tour guide
Terfa and ushered straight to my hotel to get some rest. I stayed at
the Palm Garden Motel located in High level. It was a very serene and
therapeutic environment; a huge contrast from the busy bustling Lagos
scene which I was used to. The hotel staff were very friendly and seemed
excited to host me. I immediately ordered for their largest serving of
Pounded yam and bush meat while I unpacked and familiarized myself with
my new home for the next couple of days. After just a few minutes I
heard a knock on my door- it was room service with my order. I had never
seen a larger serving of pounded yam before…it looked like a small
mountain on my plate and the bush meat literally looked like a wild
animal garnished in spices and served on a plate. The aroma was
heavenly- I threw my low-carb diet plan out the window and feasted on
the meal like a Somalian refugee.
After a few hours of hibernation, we headed off to Dajo pottery for some
basic pottery lessons. Terfa; my travel guide had planned a series of
activities for me in my short stay and I planned to take full advantage
of it. Dajo pottery is a small indigenous pottery/ceramic factory
situated along Kilometer 5, Gboko road. It is run by the owner Mr. Levi
Orbem, a soft spoken man in his mid-fifties. He showed us around the
factory which also doubles as his residential quarters and I was
literally blown away from what I saw. The local plant manufactured burnt
bricks, table wares, electrical insulators, refractory bricks and
assorted tiles. He spoke very passionately about his work while giving
us a tour of the factory. Despite winning multiple awards
internationally and locally (He is the only black man in history to have
won three Ceramic Grand Prix in China-home of Ceramics) the factory is
ridden with several problems largely due to lack of support from the
Government. The tour ended with an elementary pottery lesson by the clay
master himself Mr. Levi.
We spent the rest of the evening driving through the city with Terfa
engaging me on some historical facts about his people-the Tiv’s(The
majority tribe in Benue State). Later that night I invited Karen (my
Makurdi based FB friend) over to my hotel room for a late night cap and
shag! The next morning, I got picked up from the hotel by my friend-
the groom to be and we headed out to the brides village in
Konshisha local
Government district, a forty five minute drive for the traditional
wedding rites. As with most traditional wedding ceremonies, the
atmosphere was filled with families, friends, and lots of booze. It was
my first time witnessing a Tiv traditional ceremony and I loved the
culture, tradition and most especially the dance! A group of performers
from the Tiv cultural dance troupe entertained the guest with a dance
style known as
swange ( pronounced SWAN-GAY)which I found fascinating. It was very unique, and rather sexual- I couldn’t help
drooling staring at one of the young female dancers as she did her thing- I wonder if she would go back to my hotel with me tonight?
With a lot of convincing I got Ivy- the dancer to follow us back to
Makurdi at the end of the ceremony. Intoxicated from the booze and
general excitement of the day, we decided to continue the partying at
Jacky’s night club with the newlyweds and a few friends. We were joined
by a few more well-wishers and it turned out to be one big party. I
spent most of the night swapping fluids with Ivy at the club. We were
later joined by Karen back at the hotel and we had a little private
party of our own……who ever said three was a crowd?
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