Aboetia Island, the Only Place Where Risking Your Life to Save Another Looks Exciting
By the time our bus pulled up at the bank of the river, we knew we were already doomed; or we were about to meet doom. The river body t...
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By the time our bus pulled up at the bank of the river, we knew we were already doomed; or we were about to meet doom.
The river body that leads to the place is a soothing sleekness in a way that entrances you. We're fascinated by the calm of the waters and a feeling of a heavenly spirit that appears to be hovering over it.
It's a beautiful place encircled with greens over mountains in a far distance. The breeze is chilly, and has a spectacular way of noticing our presence. It melts into us like snow in the rain.
But why did a feeling of danger land on our hearts? The canoe! It used each opportunity to threaten capsizing, even though the operator repeatedly reassures us it's unlikely.
Everyone bears copious amounts of fear. Without life jackets, this medium of transport is akin to dismantling a bomb with your eyes closed.
But when we acclamitised, we knew it time for phone cameras to go up.
Under a shade at their settlement, a group of middle-aged men sit slothfully as they inch closer to what seems like a day they had been waiting for. Word had earlier gone about our coming. So it was in sync with the joy the children popped up from nowhere with, when our boat finally hit solid land.
Pleasantries are exchanged, community entry procedures are performed. We're settled. The men sit in wait for their turn to be checked up by the medical team.
The children take turns to receive donations of learning materials and food from the Sandy Adore Foundation, they sandwich us in sessions of photo shoot; smiling from ear to ear.
The women, like octopuses are doing a million things at a time -- they are getting ready what looks like an afternoon meal, and as well seeing the medical team. In between time they engage in one thing or another: pulling stuff out of fishes that have just been taken out of the river, or cleaning.
The incidence of malaria and it's resultant complications, according to an inhabitant here is as common as pillows on bed. Sanitation apparently is not a priority in these places, and puts them at high risks.
But Wisdom will be fine. A brother dashes into a room and returns with a dilapidated cup of water, which he runs down the antimalarial tablets we offered him.
But Wisdom will be fine. A brother dashes into a room and returns with a dilapidated cup of water, which he runs down the antimalarial tablets we offered him.
A lot of coercion to get this woman in a photo reders her more coy and she reluctantly gives in, with her shyness reaching a crescendo.
Then she offers to ready some fried fish for the team. Fish harvested seconds ago from the river!
In the end, we return in pride.
The women couldn't show appreciation by any better means. Thousands of "Akpe" echo from all directions and are shoved into our faces, a hundred more hauled at Sandy Adore who leads this delegation and Jonilar, who facilities this program, doing all the interpretations.
Their hospitality, their smiles and constant reciprocation of love forces us to promise them another visit. It makes us forget we had a hard time reaching here. We forget that for a moment, we put our lives on the line.
But today, our stay on this island can only be short-lived. Someone should turn on the motor! We have to go...
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