I was eventually absorbed into the school system and despite that, I
still pressed on with my transfer to the bank, which through God’ s
miracle, eventually happened, though not as a full staff member.
My first day at the classroom was so interesting as the students were
so elated to have a young looking and handsome corps member like
me in their midst, I posses this stature that would even make me
pass as one of them. So I believe they consider me their kind and so
were all free to approach me.


One thing that amazed me was the names Igbo people bear.
They are nice name though but very funny. I noticed names like
SomtoChukwu, Nonso, Ekene, Chinedu etc was so common among
them and not only that, Igbo people love bearing English names.
I remember a very brilliant boy like that, FyneCountry, how can a
name be FyneCountry?, one even bears Hilltree, and I wonder how the
parents could have come across such names. It’s cool though, as
these kids seem to like it.


One other thing I noticed about Igbo people is there adoption of the
English Man’s culture in terms of child upbringing, they act as white
men would do.
A typical Igbo father will hardly spank his child, he will decide to only
give a stern warning and asked the child to promise not to repeat the
wrongdoing.
I also marveled at the sophistication of the Igbo people in terms of
mechanization.


They seem to be so versed in the mechanics and have almost every
specialized device for every activity. You will hardly see an Igbo
woman hawk heavy market stuffs on her head; she will rather use a
wheelbarrow to ease the stress. And almost every household has a
wheelbarrow over there.
Another thing I noticed about the Igbo people is the possession of
different food varieties. These people seem to have taken conscious
efforts in developing all kinds of delicious meals especially the soups.
Its also a common sight to see ladies riding on motorcycles on the
road. I just wonder how that could have gotten into the Igbo culture. I
don' t think i would ever have ridden on a bike that is driven by a
lady. It would simply look funny.


I love them soups, is it Oha, Ofesala, Banga, Okazi, Cocoyam leaf
soup, Ogbono etc and the way they spice every the soups with
different kinds of fish. Mheeen!!!, it was a wonderful experience.
I remember all the ladies my friends and I dated during service year
could cook and that would make you wonder if they brought the
talent from heaven. Though it might take them hours to cook the
meal to perfection, but the few minutes you would use to consume
the meals would be the best dining minutes of your life.


I remember a time Oluchi, a girlfriend to one corps member came
around to cook for us. She spent about 3 hours and everyone was
already complaining. Osaro, a close ‘ally in crime’ , started
complaining bitterly and was like “How person go dey hungry, come
call una make una come cook, una go come take 3 hours cooks the
meal. Shey person no go don die?” . They will pound this, crush that,
grate this, scrape that, wash this.
And what I like most is their raw vegetables. I just love it so much I
eat it everyday.


I also loved abacha so much, the coconut and cassava type though.
It was always an alternative to taking garri, and sometimes I used it
to eat my beans. There are two kinds of abacha , the other I don’t so
much like. Doesn’t look hygienic to me, how would you mix
vegetables and red oil and other stuffs like that and then mix with
grated cassava and eat? No, I never tasted the thing in as much as I
loved tasting new delicacies.


But notwithstanding, Kudos to all Igbo girls, they are extra-ordinary
when it comes to getting to a man’s heart through his stomach. And
not only that, they can love especially when they know you are from
the South West. I wonder what Yoruba people did to have their
interest.
Once an Igbo lady knows you are a foreigner in their land, she gives
you that attention and would even prefer taking you as friend to other
Igbo guys.
…later things


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