Osogbo is that town that holds a lot of fond memories for me. Osogbo was one of the few places I looked forward to every year as a child. Ibadan-Osogbo-Ikirun was familiar terrain because Mama lived in a little town after Ikirun. Mama was my mother’s mother.
But Osogbo has since grown better and finer than the way I remember it. I used to think people who live in places like Ogbomoso and Osogbo were missing on the finer things of life. I thought life was only in Ibadan or Lagos. I believed that those two were the only cosmopolitan city that anyone should live.
But now, having travelled far in Nigeria(let me wear my travelling badge of honour), I can say anywhere is home and home is where the heart is.
I saw Zaria, the state of the caliphate and I fell in love with it.
I saw Kaduna and it reminded me of Lagos especially Kawo and some parts of Southern Kaduna.
I saw Keffi, Nasarawa and well, its a good place for the people who love to live there(lol)
I have always loved the FCT.
Now, I miss the simple life in Ogbomoso. I have been missing ogbomoso for years now.
I miss Osogbo and its way of life.
I miss Ikirun and the hot akara we buy by the roadside.
Strangely, there are only two places I would never miss right now: it is Lagos and Ibadan. I have never dreamt of going back to Lagos since I left. And the only reason why I can’t miss Ibadan again is because it now bears semblance to Lagos in terms of traffic, madness and carelessness. Ibadan people are now bolder too just like Lagos people. When I am in Ibadan, it feels like Lagos. Sighs
I was surrounded by friends in Osogbo. I saw my friend who recently got married at Ilorin. We had some good times together. I saw my childhood friend, a banker. I saw another friend who drove me round the city, from Captain Cook to Lautech Teaching Hospital to Dada Estate where I called it a night.
Osogbo, I think its only Captain Cook you’ve got after all these years. You should step up.
Here is a big thank you to all who got my book in osogbo. I couldn’t take pictures at the Lautech Teaching Hospital because I was shocked at the decay. The gate didn’t look befitting for a teaching hospital. Yes, it was my very first time there and I could not help but wonder.
If you want to buy my book, copy and paste this link on your browser or search for “A Gift of Dreams” on Konga.
Happy Boxing Day