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Niger Delta from the Window of a Cockpit

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“A jigsaw of verdant pieces”

From the skies above, peep I into my Niger Delta. Beneath me spreads a romantic mosaic of lush and verdant carpet, broken into giant slabs of small but plush islands encircled by lulling creek waters.

I peeped again and again, lost in lust for the Delta’s luring charm. The creeks lie still, posing for my camera, and ostentatiously snaking across the whole landscape with luxuriant angalas (mangroves) adorning the fringes of the creeks like coiled icing lining the rim of a cake.

In some  places, some of the Islands have worn a tone of metallic gray with dry and barren tree trunks and mangrove roots intertwined and shooting out like a patch of thorns. As I starred, my view is abruptly interrupted by punctuations of rigs and well heads haphazardly dotting the landscape, stabbing life out of this land of great dreams.

My heart sink with grief… oh! my sweet Delta… thou hath bled so much, thou hath lost your forte.

Nevertheless, I still have hope for thee, my dear Delta…in my dreams I see you winking at me…and  within me, I believe there is indeed a future for thee.

The magnificent sunsets at the distant horizons,
the abundance and variety of flora and fauna,
the cool and sating breeze at nightfall, the elegant swaying of the gentle waters at the passage of a motorized dugout canoe,
and the smiles on the faces of the children of a waterside village as they bid a visitor farewell: all come together to prove beyond all reasonable doubt, that this region deserves more preservation, protection and development than we presently accord it.
Someday, the oil will finish, some day this land will be free; our only fear is that by then, our beloved Delta may have been completely stripped of her virginity.
Nevertheless, whenever I behold the delta, I see the future cynosure of Nigeria’s tourism.

Some might say I am a wishful thinker. Even in these wishful thoughts and ‘vague’ dreams I have chosen to live.

As our elders used to say: “In the dirtiest dirts, lie the greatest wealths”.

 

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This article was written by Folarin Kolawole

Founder of Naijatreks, Nigerian-born Folarin Kolawole is a geologist, travel writer and researcher. When not at work, he travels the length and breadth of Nigeria, exploring, taking photos and writing about her numerous hidden tourist potentials.   'Naijatreks' is a product name registered under the Ntreks brand, which is also duly registered by Nigeria's Federal Corporate Affairs Commission. The contents on this blog are re-usable. However, it must be ensured that it is linked back to this blog, and correctly attributed to Naijatreks or the author. Please do not edit, rewrite or commercialize the original works on this blog without direct and written permission from the Founder (Folarin Kolawole). For inquiries and advert placement on the blog, kindly contact us at info@naijatreks.com or naijatreks@gmail.com.

Niger Delta from the Window of a Cockpit « Naijatreks PostcardsFebruary 17, 2012 at 9:14 pmReply

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