I joined my friends to spend this past weekend in Obudu town, headquarters of Obudu LGA in Cross River state, Nigeria. During our drive there from my hometown, Ogoja, where we had a stopover, two of my friends who had never been on that route kept complaining about the scrappy features of the road. But I kept quiet, because my mind was in a solemn mood due to our mission to Obudu. Their complaints got louder, when the sound of our friend’s car got hoarse, somewhere after Utugwang, a prominent clan on that route.
We arrived Obudu town only to realize that the car’s exhaust pot had dropped without our notice, we decided to drive back in search of the missing pot. My friends cursed the bumpy road throughout that frustrating search that turned fruitless. But I didn’t contribute to their lamentation because I felt that rather than blame the road, we should blame the supplier of my friend’s Toyota Highlander car for supplying him a car whose exhaust pot seems incapable of coping with the rugged features of roads in some parts of Nigeria and Cross River state, in particular.
How can such an important and conspicuous part of a car in motion drop and disappear, just like that? But this is exactly what happened. I know that if we and our leaders do the right things, the kind of roads that currently exist in most parts of Nigeria would be meant for tractors only, in the near future. Our children would only ply them on their way to farmlands.
When we finally returned to Obudu town, one of my friends asked where we could locate a supermarket, to buy some items we didn’t purchase on our way. But we were told that there is no supermarket in the entire Obudu town. Only kiosks exist there, according to our findings.
Our sources further told us that most shops in Obudu town close for business at the approach of dusk. They seldom open at night. Residents of that town live in fear of hoodlums and armed robbers, according to those sources. I should have reflected more about that unconfirmed report. But I saved my thoughts for another day. At that time, my mind was in a race to accomplish our mission to Obudu and head back to Ogoja, if possible.
As if we hadn’t seen and heard enough about the current situation in Obudu town, some residents of that area further told us that Power Holding Company of Nigeria (PHCN) has not supplied electricity to that town since the beginning of this year. That sounded strange. But I felt that it would sound even more strange, if PHCN has supplied electricity to that town or any other town in Cross River state everyday and every time, this year. To me, Obudu town is a mirror of Cross River state, in several respects.
In any case, I wasn’t in Obudu to assess the level of electricity supply from PHCN. That isn’t my job. Rather, my friends and I were in Obudu town to offer our condolences to our friend, Dr. Jude Ubua, who recently lost his elder sister, Mrs Perpetua Ubua (popularly known as Madam Glo). Mrs Ubua was gunned in Obudu town near her house, while driving on her way from mass on Holy Thursday. She died on Good Friday.
According to reports, her killers rode on a motorcycle. They disappeared from the scene, after accomplishing their mission. I wish they knew that nobody can disappear from the sight of God.
I pray that Perpetua’s soul should rest in peace, just as her killers should remain restless and miserable, except they surrender their lives to God. I also pray that God should grant the entire Ubua family the fortitude to bear this sad loss. I love Obudu and all my numerous friends from that area. We have all lost Perpetua together. Her death speaks to all of us.
According to unanimous reports, she was a peaceful and industrious woman who attracted lots of customers to her business in the telecom sector.
I pray that the people of Obudu should not also lose the amenities and characteristics that attracted lots of tourists and investors to that town, in previous years. The time to regain its fading pride and glory is now. I trust that they know that their son (our brother) would not be a Governor forever.
Also, I trust that our amiable brother knows this fact. He equally knows that charity begins at home. I agree that the entire state is now his home and charity has already begun in some parts of this state.
Nevertheless, it would be nice if “charity’s place of birth” equally experiences good rebirth.
- Cornelius Ellah
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