By Chibuogwu
Nnadiegbulam
After
about 7 hours of sleeping and waking up in body-aching positions, we arrived
Buea from Bamenda at 5:15am, and our final destination at about 6:30am.
It
was when we wanted to charge our phones at the park in Buea that we realized
that most of their sockets here only have two round holes, which was only
favourable to my laptop charger.
Our
final destination is the home of a former Confluence Queens player’s brother
and we were served Pancakes and tea for breakfast on arrival before I finished
up day two of my diary.
Then
I hit the bed to have the proper sleep that had eluded me for about 24 hours, after
which we got ready for the Limbe Ominisport Stadium.
Fufu
and a really tasty Eru soup was what we had for lunch.
Jessica,
who is lodged in a hotel in Limbe, had visited the Super Falcons at their
Parliamentarian hotel in Buea earlier, so we (Faith, Sam, Moses, Carine (the
former Confluence Queens player and I) met up with her at Mile 17 before we all
embarked on the One-hour trip to the stadium in Limbe (with traffic, you spend
more time on the road).
The
first cab we entered stopped us at Mile 4, then the next one took us straight
to the stadium – since we were all going there.
But
seriously, this country is expensive, spending CFA 2000 altogether, to and from
Buea, with “I beg”. And Buea is where the hotel of the Super Falcons
is located. Their routine training also takes place at a training pitch nearby,
which is still not so nearby.
Anyway,
we were at the stadium, but not on time as we had planned. The pre-match press
conference had already ended and the team was already training, so we set out
to get our accreditation cards. The accreditation centre was at the stadium.
There was a small crowd in front of the door, everyone (media, volunteers and
so on) struggling to gain entrance.
Somehow,
Sam found himself in front, and told them about some Nigerian journalists here
for their accreditation.
After
a while, we were called into the office, but before then we watched the Super
Falcons players and officials stroll out of the stadium and into their bus.
Mali had arrived to train next. And Nigeria had to exit the stadium, before
they climbed down from their bus.
Back
at the accreditation office, I was the first to seat. Then the guy, who was to
take my details, began to speak French, it was then I remembered Jessica
studied French in the University.
Her
bits and pieces of French came in handy and she became the guy’s friend
instantly. My own French will not take me anywhere in this country. I can only
greet and introduce myself in the language.
Well,
Sam was the only one that succeeded in getting his accreditation tag. Jessica,
Faith and I had issues to sort out. Three of us tried to apply before the
closing date, but could not, for one reason or another. So we eventually met
Monsieur Koffi, who is in charge of CAF media, and explained ourselves to him.
He
took our emails but did not guarantee us anything. According to him we might
not watch Nigeria’s first game unless we buy tickets.

We
were still hopeful of getting confirmation letters in our emails, nonetheless,
even when someone almost put sand in our garri.

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