Super Falcons Cameroon diary, Day 8: Visiting the Animal farm and the beach

By Chibuogwu
Nnadiegbulam
Animal
farm. That is the popular name of the area where Tracy lives. That’s the name
she told me to tell the ‘okada’ man that will carry me from Victoria Guest
House.
Of
course George Orwell’s novel came to mind; the famous quote “all animals
are equal but some animals are more equal than others”.
After
eating bread and tea for breakfast, in Jessica and Janine’s room, I went back
to Tracy’s house, where I had lunch (rice, stew and chicken), before Tracy
decided to take me to Down Beach.
We
took a motorcycle that bounced me up and down because of the bumpy and stony
road we had to pass before hitting the main road. I kept asking Tracy questions
on our way.
I
asked her why there were nurses in virtually every corner of that area, and she
told me there was a nursing school close by.
Some
of the bike men have funny looking umbrellas, which has an extension behind it
to shield them and their passengers from sun or rain. I also asked Tracy about
it, and she said a bike man must have it, if he wants to be relevant during the
rainy season.
At
the free for all beach, which had a fishy smell, we took photos. Tracy asked a
guy to snap us after we had taken a few selfies by ourselves. The view was
beautiful, nonetheless.
We
avoided areas that had dirt, which included about three dead fishes. We even
had our photos taken by a wait-and-take photographer. He did so without our
consent but the pictures were lovely. It was 500 CFA per copy, and 500 was all
I had in my pocket at the time, so I did not take any.
Tracy
took me further to the part of the beach where fresh fishes are sold and
bought. She said that area usually gets really busy from 5pm, when fishermen
will be returning from their fishing. They also sell roasted plantain and fish
there.
Tracy
explained that many of the people living there are from Nigeria and Ghana, and
they are living illegally. They hardly send their kids to school and prefer to
keep their monies in their wooden homes.
As
we walked back to take a bike, the groundnut I saw tempted me to drink garri
soaked in milk and sugar. Tracy bought the groundnut and we drank garri when we
got back home, before I went back to Buea at about 7:30pm.

Faith,
Mr. Moses and Sam had gone out so I was home alone with Carine until they
returned.


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