My Super Falcons Cameroon diary, Day 6: Wonders shall never end

By Chibuogwu
Nnadiegbulam
We
had a general morning devotion this morning, before every one went back to
their personal business; social media being part of it.
I
didn’t tell you Faith Oluchi wore trousers yesterday. Well, Jessica woke up
this morning to the pictures on Facebook, and she refused to let it lie low, in
spite of Faith trying to explain it was because of cold. (Lol).
Anyway,
I just monitored the banter from the comfort of my bed, while I finished up my
diary for day 5. I was also racking my brain on my brief move to Limbe, where
Tracy would accommodate me for two days.
Meanwhile
the pre-match press conference of the Super Falcons have been scheduled for 2pm
at the Limbe Omnisport Stadium.
As
per CAF’s arrangement, only the press conferences will hold at that stadium.
Every team’s last training session prior to tomorrow’s matches, would hold at
the designated training stadium close to their hotels.
At
past 12, Tobi and I set out for Limbe. Mr. Moses, Busayo, Sam and Faith opted
to stay back for the Super Falcon’s training which would take place in Buea.
As
soon as Tobi and I entered a cab, its talkative driver said I looked like that
Nigerian player that scored four goals, the number 8.
Tobi
told him the player’s name is Asisat Oshoala and the driver hailed her
abilities and skills. In a few minutes, he already told us he lived and worked
as a Marine diver in Nigeria for a long time, and can speak Itsekiri.
We
were just two passengers in the cab, so the driver drove back to the nearby
park at Mile 17 junction to fill his vehicle.
Now
headed for Limbe, a discussion about the ongoing Women’s AFCON was raised and a
man who sat alongside a lanky young miss in front said, Nigeria are the best
team in the tournament. But the driver insisted that the match between the
defending Champions and Ghana would determine that. He however agreed with his
passenger that “they play good football”.
Like
many others, both of them predicted a Nigeria vs Cameroon final.
As
we progressed on our journey. The driver and the two passengers in front
started arguing about how much a commissioner earns in the country. The driver
claimed he could make as much as a commissioner earns, in a month.
According
to him a commissioner earns CFA 300,000 as salary – minus other bonuses and
benefits. But his opponents will not agree. The lanky girl stated that her dad
is a commissioner and she knows how much he earns, which in agreement with the
man sitting with her, should be above CFA 500,000.
In
the end, they were still left with their opinions. The other man later revealed
he is a civil servant who has two taxis that both yield up to CFA 100,000 every
week in Limbe. He also has a farm, so he hardly touches his salary.
Here,
they do not joke with their identification. Especially with the Women’s Africa
Cup of Nations ongoing. The girl in front, whose ‘rasta’ boyfriend had
accompanied to the park, had to alight before we got to the first check point
in Limbe, ‘the town of Friendship’, because she wasn’t with her ID. We were not
stopped after all. But it is often said that “prevention is better than
cure”.
When
we got to the last bus stop, Tobi bargained with the driver to take us to the
stadium. The driver wanted CFA 3,000, but in the end he agreed for 1,500.
We
arrived at the stadium in time for the first press conference. We even waited
for a little while because Team Nigeria were yet to arrive. The CAF official
explained that they were stuck in traffic.
Soon
the media officer, Remi Sulola, the coach, Florence Omagbemi and defender,
Gladys Akpa stepped into the press conference room.
Ghana
were next after Nigeria, before Kenya. After Kenya, I left Tobi behind. He
needed to write some stories.
But
I headed for Tracy’s place, where I was served corn fufu with vegetable soup
made with huckleberry leaves and a bottle of Grenadine.
She
introduced me to her household. One of her sisters, is married to a man from
Imo State who has lived his entire life in Cameroon.
Later
that night, I ate roasted fish, with something made with cassava (I can’t
remember the name right now). I could not really eat the latter, so I just
concentrated on the fish. All this while, I was busy with my laptop, which
shocked me at some point; editing sounds and writing articles.
In
the end, I was the last person to sleep in the house. And guess what? I am
still suffering the punishment of daring to use my bare hands to chop Cameroon
pepper. Just so you know, my hand is still “peppering” me.

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