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Amazing! We found Bush Babies in Niger Delta

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The tide was rising and a cloak of frigid air enfolded the Degema area. It was close to mid-night and the moon soared high into a nude sky. Standing on the veranda of the lower deck of our houseboat which had been carefully moored on the banks of Sambreiro River, somewhere between Nkpor and Ilelema communities of Niger Delta, Nigeria, I leaned on the rail, staring at the flowing river and marvelling at the beauty of the sharp meander the river makes at a distant. The forests which form a verdant band of alternating high and low mangrove forests on both sides of the creek, swayed gently to the sweep of the passing wind; their shadows lie sprawled across the waters.

One of my crew members, Franklin, was walking past behind me and he suddenly stopped a meter to my right side. I noticed the pause in his footsteps and guessed he wanted to talk to me. I turned to his direction and there he stood, starring at the metal cross-bars on the roof of the deck. He bent his head, held the railing and gently moved further away from the wall of the boat. He docked a little and stretched forward, now starring at a dingy corner of the roof. While still looking up, he took a slow step backward and stretched out his hand as if to tap me and call my attention.

I smiled, “wetin dey happen, guy” (what’s happening), I asked sarcastically. “This one wey you dey fear like this, na snake you see or na wetin?” (it seems you just saw a snake or what?).

“Come see this thing, I no sabi wetin he be o,” (come and see this thing, I don’t know what it is) he replied with a tone of seriousness. I moved closer to him to take a look at the corner of the roof. An animal crouched in the shadows of the ceiling. It had a subtle appearance of a monkey but in another way, it didn’t look like a monkey. I narrowed my eyes and slowly moved closer to have a better look. Its fur was brown and thick with the layers of hair resting gracefully and smoothly on one another, shining mildly from the rays of reflected light cast on it by the metal floor of the boat. It held tight to a set of metal pipes running along the corner of the ceiling. Its locked grip revealed its ape like hand but nails that looked like that of man. The creature seemed very shy as it hid its face away from our view and locked it deeper in the shadows.

Bush baby_Niger Delta_Naijatreks – A view of the beautiful Sambreiro River at sunset.

Again, Franklin flinched and stepped back a little. “This thing na bush baby o,” he said in a low and doubtful tone.

“No ooo,” I protested, “it is a monkey joor.”

Both of us stood there for a moment longer, silent and carefully observing the gentle and beautiful animal; wondering what exactly it was and how it got on the boat. As if he had just seen another evidence to back his claim, “guy, I dey tell you, this thing na bush baby,” (I am telling you that this thing is a bush baby) he said again.

“Are you drunk? Can you see any mat in its hand? Can’t you see this creature looks like a monkey? Maybe it is even a koala sef. “

Immediately I said this, he looked at me shockingly and fell to his knees in laughter, then climbed the railing back to his feet. “Koala koo, tapioka nii,” he said, amidst his reel of mocking laughter. “…and who told you that bush babies carry mats?”

I became confused. Being a Yoruba boy from south-west Nigeria, I had heard many fables/myths about bush babies right from my childhood days. I had been told that bush babies are nocturnal pygmy ‘human-like’ creatures that walk about naked in the forest at night, carrying mats and lantern and crying like a baby. It was also said that if one is lucky to find one and snatch his mat, one would become very rich. In those days, I often got lost in my imaginations, envying those people living in the far-flung rural areas. I used to think they were luckier than those of us living in the cities, as they’ll have higher chances of encountering and capturing a bush baby. This belief is one that has woven into the fabric of the mentality of most Yoruba people in South-west Nigeria. But being an Ijaw man from a riverine community in the Niger Delta, southern Nigeria, Franklin found my knowledge about bush babies extremely hilarious.

I wouldn’t allow his mockery to distract me, so I shifted my gaze back to the mystery animal which had now turned its face towards us. From the shadows, two big orange blazing eyes stared at us, sending a shockwave of shrill through my body. I shuddered.

“Wetin be this?” I exclaimed. I had to wipe my face with my right palm and blinked my eyes in order to be sure that my eyes and mind weren’t playing tricks on me. Franklin was still staring at the animal. I turned and ran to my room to get my camera. On getting back, I met two other people with Franklin observing and arguing about the animal. It was Ejiro, another Niger Delta pikin and a member of our exploration crew and one of the local security guards on board. The local guard confirmed that the animal was a bush baby. They all agreed and concluded that it could have swum from the thick forests across the river to our boat. Ejiro thought the creature was demonic, so he advised that we capture it, burn it and throw it inside the water. The rest of us made jest about his pusillanimity and disagreed about killing the poor animal.

I got even more confused. “This thing can’t be a bush baby naaa,” I thought again. I had to clear my doubts. So, I flipped out my mobile phone and googled ‘bush baby’. The images loaded in the search result page left my mouth hanging in shock and amazement. The pictures looked exactly like the animal clung to the roof above me. “Na him o…na bush baby o!” (It’s a bush baby!). I couldn’t hold the excitement and surprise. Everyone turned and enclosed me as we all observed the pictures of bush babies on my phone. Franklin was particularly feeling happy and victorious since his guess was right. Then I narrated the folktales, myths and popular beliefs of the Yoruba people about bush babies. They laughed uncontrollably and told me they had never heard such stories before about bush babies.

That night, the local guard brought a big plastic basket, and with a big stick he forced the animal inside it, covered and sealed it with perforated polythene and kept it under the staircase located at one end of the boat.

We woke up the following morning to meet the basket still carefully sealed but empty. We were flabbergasted.

“I knew it! I knew that animal was demonic. We should have killed it last night when we got the chance, you see.” Ejiro said angrily.

“Calm down joor, demonic koo, camonic nii!” I replied sarcastically. “That animal was just a lovely, cute and innocent animal. I suspect that one of the local guards came to sneak the animal away after we went to bed.” He decided to give up the argument as Franklin shared the same thought with me.

I kept looking at the photos of the mysterious animal on my camera, admiring its lovable and alluring form; and each time I stand on the veranda of the house boat and observe the wall of lush mangrove forests gracing the river banks on the opposite side, I get lost in awe, wondering how many more rare or endangered fauna species exists in the thickets of this our Niger Delta.

Bush baby_Niger Delta_Naijatreks – The part of the houseboat roof (in red circle) where the Bush baby was found.

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– Too shy, it turned its face away from our view.

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– Then, I moved to the other side to get a better view…

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…and it turned its face toward us, revealing its bulging yellow eyes, but still shy to show its full face.

Bush baby_Niger Delta_NaijatreksSeems to want to get a better view of its admirers now…


Bush baby_Niger Delta_Naijatreks Finally shows its full face before we captured it and kept it in the basket.

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15 comments:' Rinde OdeyemiApril 23, 2013 at 5:49 pmReply

Folarin Kolawole, this is bush baby, called Ohaha in Ekiti, or Ofafa in some other Yoruba dialects. At nights it sounds like laughter, you know that ”hahahahahaha” sound. You see, the ones that carries lantern and mat which Yorubas call ”Egbere” is not bush baby, it is just a myth from folktales. Soyinka gave it the name ”Ghommid” in his book (Forest of Thousand Demons) Some village people might claim its existence, but no one has ever seen one. Guess what, I ve killed OHAHA before at obanla in FUTA and I ate the meat and it was so palatable!!!

NaijatreksApril 26, 2013 at 7:43 amReply

@Rinde…hmmm…seems you are a core Yoruba man o…thanks for the exposition :)' ObehiApril 23, 2013 at 5:53 pmReply dis is wat dey look like

NaijatreksApril 26, 2013 at 7:43 amReply

@Obehi…yessoo, this is what they look like, and they’re adorable loll 😀' Brenda NarMay 9, 2013 at 12:08 amReply

Doing a research on Niger Delta n came across you site. Don’t mind joining you on one of your treks into the creeks next time. Lovely piece of write up btw.

NaijatreksMay 9, 2013 at 10:28 amReply

Hello Brenda, glad to know that you’re doing your research on Niger Delta. It’s indeed an interesting place loll…you can let us know the areas and subject you’re interested in exploring on Niger Delta, then we can better advice you or even arrange a special trip for you.' InagoMay 13, 2013 at 5:57 amReply

The bush baby was probably taken and eaten by someone

NaijatreksMay 17, 2013 at 9:18 pmReply

@Inago….loll…it’s very much possible oo…Niger Delta people told me the meat is very sweet loll' pearlMay 25, 2013 at 7:21 amReply

Awwwwww it looked so shy! This is so wonderful. At first I thought it was a sloth until I googled. And yea I wonder how many rare/endangered animals we have in Nigeria. First time viewing your blog and I’m loving it..GOOD JOB

NaijatreksJune 11, 2013 at 2:42 pmReply

@pearl…awwww thanks pearl…will be glad to have you coming back.' Tim Holt-WilsonAugust 23, 2013 at 4:01 pmReply

I think this is what is called a Potto in English –

NaijatreksAugust 27, 2013 at 3:35 pmReply

@Tim Holt-Wilson…just checked it out…true, it looks so much like the Potto…. smh loll..that’s what we call “bush baby” in Nigeria o! loll' Jennifer A.November 24, 2013 at 2:02 amReply

Oh my gosh, it has fingers and toes. The knowledge you had about bush babies is the same one I had o. lol.

NaijatreksNovember 27, 2013 at 4:04 pmReply

@Jennifer…omg! you too? lolll…means you are a real Yoruba pikin…loll' TemitayoJanuary 16, 2018 at 9:21 amReply

@naijatreks I really enjoyed your story. The Yoruba folktales about bush babies mixed it up because they didn’t know the English name for Egbere in the stories which is a diminutive gnome. However, this bush baby in your picture is actually a galago. It’s also correct to call it a bush baby. Oh! The meat is sweet, had it a couple of times at Ago-iwoye. The bush neat sellers are still there till date.