I went to Port Harcourt for the Easter weekend, and I had a pretty ol time! Not IN Port Harcourt per se. But being with family and friends made it a pretty one.
First stop was Owerri to see my maternal grandparents. I literally went directly to Owerri from PH International Airport, after my flight landed. On the way, we stopped to buy the usual garri, snails, plantain and oranges - some of which would be shared with my grandparents. Snails are yucky to kill and clean, but ohhhhhh soooooooo yummy!
My parents and I had a nice couple of hours, sitting outside in my grandparents' porch and just talking. My granddad gave me a lecture on 'Orji' aka Kolanut. He talked about how the kolanut usually has 4 to 6/7 parts, and in traditional Igbo culture, the one with 4 parts is used, and signifies the 4 days of the week. Apparently, Igbos have only 4 days, and any other added days are not real, according to my granddad (LOL). Anyways, when a male guest comes to visit, he's offered 'orji,' which he takes and gives thanks his host. The male guest then passes it back to his host, who proceeds to bless the kolanut (in Igbo only) and breaks it for sharing. If there's more than one male guest, the kolanut's passed around until it gets back to the host.
Being in Owerri brings back memories and I like snooping around, looking for old books and pictures.
|Not sure what year this was.|
And then my granddad brought out a mug I'd given to him a gazillion years ago - how is it that my 87 year old grandfather remembers something and I don't?!
On the way back to PH, we stopped at a store to buy something, and I noticed a food item wrapped in celophane. I asked what it was and the store keeper said they were pancakes. I grabbed one, just to taste it - not bad, but not great. By the time we got back to PH, I was so tuckered out, I slept off. I sent a couple of messages to friends to let them know I was visiting and went right back to sleep.
On the Sunday, we went to my dad's village for Easter service and also to honor my cousins' grandmother. She's an Igbo woman (was friends with my grandmum) who fell in love and got married to an Ogoni man. She left Igboland and moved to Ogoni, where she's been for the past 59 years! Women can love sha. One of my friend's mum left America to live in Awka, Anambra State with her husband. Could I do the same? I dunno. I saw my paternal grandmother during this trip to Kono. After the church service, we just chilled in our house and had a small get-together.
|Off to Kono!|
Usher: You can't enter the church. MMM MMM *shaking her head*
Me: Erm, why not? Don't worry, we're getting a handkerchief.
Usher: It doesn't matter. We don't allow indecent dressing in the church
Me: Excuse moi? Are you saying I'm dressed indecently?
Me: That's a lie. That's exactly what you're saying.
Usher: That's not what I said. But you can't enter.
Me: You know what? You're being judgmental and Jesus wouldn't turn me away! Mummy I'm going to the car. *huffs off*
I sat in the car listening to Flavour's album, and saw at least 3 girls in mini-skirts/dresses sauntering in. I don't see why legs are better than boobs. (okay I see why, but whatever). Eventually my mum found a scarf for me to cover my bosom, and I wore my dad's hat #RebelChick!
|The offending outfit|
|All covered up.|
And THAT my friends, was my Easter weekend, 2013. *whew*
Have a pretty weekend! I have a bunch of stuff lined up (will I do them, is the question?)