The fragrant memories of Nigeria
by Sripathy Jayamaha
In 1981 I was on a KLM flight to Nigeria on a Federal Government
assignment. It is a vastly populated country in a continent that God is
supposed to have created in anger. The legendary river Niger and the
Cross River flow into the Atlantic Ocean. The rivers are bifurcated into
many tributaries. It is a sight to behold. My family was to join me
later.
I was at the magnificent Murutala Mohammed Airport. It is one of the
largest and best equipped airports in Africa. The domestic airport took
passengers to the state capitals.
My fairly large bag had not accompanied me. The airline personnel
requested me to check with them the next day. I was an angry and scared
man in the Darkest continent. My bag had not been traced. They had
checked with Colombo, Bombay (Mumbai) Nairobi and New Yorka I was
requested to fill a form. I filled it with a heavy heart giving the
items, quantity and value of the contents.
In the last line I mentioned the types of condiments packed by my
wife. In the space for value I wrote, these items were packed by my wife
with lots of love amidst tears and care. It cannot be valued in monetary
terms.
I put a dash in the 'amount' column. The hefty African officer read
it, stood up and took my hand. "Sir" he said, "I am very much moved by
what you have written. I will jot down my comments and rush it to New
York."
Impression
Three weeks later I received a letter from KLM/Headquarters.
"Enclosed is a draft. The highest amount paid for a past baggage claim.
We have considered your last items as the most valuable. Please
accept our 'check' with love. Fly KLM."
How I loved that airline. That was my first impression in a country
we were pampered and accepted for four years.
Twelve Sri Lankans were working for a Federal Government authority,
in fisheries, veterinary and engineering projects in the Cross River
state by the Atlantic Ocean. Eight were stationed in different parts of
the state. Four were in Calabar, the state capital. Quarters and office
rooms were in keeping with one's designation. These facilities were
under construction.
We were temporarily lodged in the authority-run guest house at their
expense. The hotel bill was more than the salary. The management issued
air tickets for the families via Amsterdam. (Colombo Amsterdam - Lagos)
to avoid further baggage losses. It was a beautiful gesture indeed.
Quarters comprised three bedrooms, an air-conditioned parlour, wall
to wall carpeting A/C master bedroom, double door fridge and massive
cooker-cum-oven.
Quarters
Boys quarters was for either the driver or house boy. This was a
dainty single roomed house situated about 50 metres from the house. The
standard items in an office of any person holding my designation was A/C
room, wall-to-wall carpetting, mini-fridge and coffee table with divan
and two chairs.
Also there were a filter and a cupboard. Officers stationed outside
the city were provided with Peugeot pickups with driver.
A 504 station wagon was assigned to me with an ever smiling chauffeur
who thought that speeding on slippery wet roads reduces fuel
consumption. There were no running charts. Petrol was poured into
authority vehicles from buckets.
No retreading or cleaning of platinum points in distributors and
spark plugs. We moved into our brand new quarters with our families.
Sri Lankans stationed out of the headquarters met at the monthly
meeting. Ten o'clock break comprised sandwiches, chicken drumsticks and
a bottle of beer. Lunch was served around 4 p.m. At times a massive dust
cloud covers the sky. It is called 'Hammatan' which starts from the
Sahara desert. It disrupts air traffic. 'Hammatan' glides into the
Atlantic, making its tiny' dust like particles, a manure par excellence.
Vegetables
The tiny plot by our quarters had a never ending production of
Bandakka (ladies fingers), spinach, long, beans, capsicum and tomatoes
and green leaves (keeray). It made even the water close to the Nugerian
coastline abundant with fish four shovelfuls of huge prawns cost around
Rs. 35.
Massive traffic snarls were common. Vendors speaking impeccable
English walk from vehicle to vehicle selling the best of imported
whisky, gin and wines, at prices below shop prices.
Aba was a shoppers' paradise. It was at the crossroads to Port
Harcourt from where one could see off-shore oil rigs spurting out the
world's best sulphur free crude oil. Calabar and the fabric city of
Anusha Aba was a mini city selling super class electronic equipment,
stereo set-ups, exquisite pyrex ware, sewing machines, UK made toys and
ornaments.
Our women folk were using pyrex and corning bowls as finger bowls.
Only in Nigeria. Citizens were given a thorough education in English and
in their own dialect.
Roman letters were used in their printed materials. Many schools had
large playgrounds. When our cleaning maid was asked why she had not come
for two days, she said, "I was indisposed, Maam.
A bout of malaria from that pesky Anopheles. Again, from a young
person known to our driver "Can I alight near the omnibus halt, Sir?
Thank you." No 'Kadu', but impeccable Shakespearean English. Life went
on, laughing, joking and singing with our lovely African brothers and
sisters.
Of course, we were leagues behind when it came to singing.
The hospitals were spotlessly clean. Only expatriates underwent
caesarean operations. Nigerian mothers were out of their maternity beds
two to three days after leaving the maternity section, cuddling their
bright eyed, curly haired, chubby bundles of joy taking their fill from
never-ending source of material sustenance.
Powdered milk was only for expatriates. Our Nigerian friends had no
need for dentists. They had a flawless set of pure white teeth. Only we
went to the dentists!
One day a very popular newscaster was announcing the election results
from Lagos. It was absolutely sure opposition seat. The ruling party
candidate had won by a massive majority.
The announcer looked at the viewers. "This is all nonsense", he said
while placing the result sheet on the desk and walking away.
We were stunned. It was a fairytale that could happen only in a
so-called, tribal, uncivilised country. The announcer was there the next
night reading the day's news from the capital. Such things could only
happen in Nigeria.
We still remember Nigeria's fauna, flora and smiling people. I think
it is one of God's most beloved of continents. |