Diary of A Nigerian Kopa

Intro...

Hello guys, it's been a while...

Firstly, I want to apologise for being away for so long. I am so sorry for the break, I had to focus on my final year and all the wahala that comes with it.. you know, project, seminars and all.

But I'm back now and I hope I haven't lost my readers yet🙏

So, I wrote my final exams, graduated from the University, fast forward to NYSC posting. Hmm

I was posted to Benue State (Food basket of the Nation). I am actually suffering from that now because I'm getting fat😒...but I'm not worried Sha, my flesh adding no dey get head( story of my life).🤦
I can't really say I am completely strange to Benue state. I wrote my JAMB here and my Brother married from here too so I guess I'm not completely alien to the state in as much as I'm not too familiar with it.

I had mixed feelings staying here for my one year service initially though, I was hell bent on redeploying to Abuja but then it didn't work out. Call it fate or destiny but I found myself here after everything and so far so good, I haven't really seen cause to regret my decision.
There is something about Benue, there is this peace that comes with staying here. For one, the people here have a different lifestyle from the one I'm used to seeing at the East where I came from. They are really hospitable and approachable and friendly. They don't believe in this making it in life by hook or by crook mentality that the Igbos have. Did I forget to mention they are organised on the road too unlike my Onitsha brothers 😂🤐🏃🏃. There was a day I was on bike going to somewhere and we got to a T junction where there was no traffic light and no traffic warden(yellow fever like we normally call them) to control the traffic, there were vehicles coming opposite us and this bike guy and other drivers behind us had the wisdom to stop and wait for the cars to pass, then we continued. I was impressed! The normal drivers I'm used to would have caused a terrible traffic jam at that point but that's a story for another day.
Majority of the indigenes are Farmers and that's where they feed and make their living from, the land is very fertile and they are very famous for their yams and mangoes amongst other varieties of foodstuffs. It was here I got to know about different shapes and sizes of mangoes and guess what?...they have names! Yes you read  it right!
They have Peter, Paul, Julie mango and others I'm yet to see. This Peter and Paul mango species are very big and fleshy with little seed. They are also very sweet. There's also this specie of orange they have here.. I've forgotten the name but this orange is very big, juicy and sweet and it doesn't have seed at all.

One of the things I love about them is that they appreciate corpers a lot. Once I wear my khaki and come out, I'll be rest assured I won't spend much on transport or whatever it is I want to buy.
Shouts of "Ah kopa kopa, Ajuwaya, Kai kopa u fine o" etc fills the air on my way and I can't help but smile. In as much as I have just spent a few months here. I believe I still have much in stock for me to experience here. I will definitely keep in touch with new experiences on subsequent posts. I'll stop here for now.

Don't forget to drop your comments in the comment section.🙏 Çiao