As the streets of Victoria Island, Lagos bustled with ‘ponpons’ and ‘hons’ of traffic, so did the great waves of the Atlantic coast rumble against the bleached sands of the Kuramo Beach. And although the long pile of concrete interlocks had managed to keep the waters away from the nearby Ahmadu-Bello Street, the beautiful remains of the eroded beach still battled the force of the ever-raging waters.
The broad blanket of blue sea stood ostensibly before me, and at the skyline it engaged the sunny skies in a friendly embrace. At my feet, a foam collapses as the backwash retreated, and a few meters to my right, a couple of pigeons danced happily in a small irregular circle and with their beaks they picked at the soaked beach sands. Triplets of red umbrellas sat on my left, embracing sets of white plastic chairs and low tables, positioned for tourists who want to relax at the beach while protecting themselves from the searing sun; and a few metres away, a big blue umbrella roofed the seats of two white ladies and a man taking drinks and sipping in the beauty of the Kuramo coast line.
The heat from the soaring sun inundated the beach, but it seemed not to bother a group of ‘area boys’ working tirelessly at a big net stretching from the beach into the sea. They had cast the net into the waters hoping to catch a truckload of fishes.
A small crowd of visitors at the beach had also begun to gather behind them, cheering them up as they pulled the net. The crowd grew larger as traders, barbecue & suya sellers, hawkers and horse riders joined to spectate, further cheering the team in hope of sharing in the anticipated big catch.
They pulled endlessly as the heavy net dragged slowly out of the sea. As their strength appeared to diminish, people from the crowd began to join them and the pull gained more momentum. The dragging continued until finally, a big wave pushed the net further landward and revealed the remaining part of the loaded net.
A heap of dirt filled the net. The sweaty area boys searched the heap of dirt frantically, in hope that fishes might be lurking at its core. Unfortunately, their hopes were dashed and the spectating crowd were highly disappointed. The crowd began to disperse.
As lagos area boy no dey carry last, they quickly rearranged the net again and started loading it into their boat, heading out into the sea for another attempt. This resilient, indefatigable faith is the one that keeps the African man. In the face of disappointments and daunting challenges, he remains undefeated, picks himself up after every fall and tries again.
Our condolence goes out to the families and friends of those who lost their lives or homes to the ocean surge disaster that affected numerous Lagos beaches yesterday morning (18th August, 2012). May the soul of the departed rest in peace. This is therefore a call to the Lagos State government to take a closer look at the structures initially put in place to control the transgressing sea at the Kuramo Beach.
– A Hausa trader hawking his wares at the beach.
– A suya boy washing his bingo at the rear end of the beach.
– They pulled endlessly as the heavy net dragged slowly out of the sea…
– Unfortunately, a heap of dirt filled the net. The sweaty area boys searched the heap of dirt frantically, in hope that fishes might be lurking at its core…
– As lagos area boy no dey carry last, they quickly rearranged the net again and started loading it into their boat, heading out into the seas for another attempt.
This article was written by Folarin Kolawole
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