Diary of Spain, Day 5: Meeting Kunta Kinte in Sevilla

Ka Bu Eli Ndam. That's how i roll (Airport in Valencia)
The diary for Day 5 has taken a long time coming because that illness called “Writers’ Block” hit me.

I had almost given up before Aunty Abigail advised that the cure for writers’ block is to write all those things you would have wished to write if the writers’ block did not happen.

That seems impossible but I’m here, right?

So it was departure day from Valencia to Cadiz through Sevilla and we had to make an early start.

Now my Gionee Phone had reset itself to local time which is one hour ahead of Nigerian time while my Iphone and wrist watch still had Nigerian time.

So I knew the time based on the devise I was looking at.

We were to head down for breakfast at 6am local time and leave the hotel at 7am.

No biggie I was awake till 1am so I quickly set my alarm to go off at 5am (that was my Iphone which still had Nigerian time on it).

The plan was to wake at 5am (Nigeria) but 6am here, pack my bags together and take a bath in thirty minutes then head down stairs for a quick breakfast before we leave the hotel.

Suddenly I woke up from sleep and it wasn’t my alarm that caused it so I thought well, I had gotten up ahead of time so I wanted to sleep some more.

But on second thought I told myself, why not get an early start to your day so I got up and checked my Gionee phone to know what the time was and how many minutes head start I had.

My eyes almost popped out when I saw 5:40 am on my Gionees phone… Whaaat???? I almost screamed out…. 5:40am? In twenty minutes time the team will leave the hotel and I hadn’t taken my bath, nor packed my bags nor had breakfast.

If you see the frenzy when I suddenly heard voices downstairs as though the players were already getting into the bus. I swore I heard the voice of Assistant coach, Imama Amapakabor. The infidel. He couldn’t even check up on me and he was entering the bus.

In five minutes or less, I had thrown all my stuff inside my bags and forced the zip shut. I was a complete mess. It was a quarter to 6 on my Gionee phone. I had just fifteen minutes to be in the bus.

These people keep to time and if you are one minute late they will leave.

I looked at the bathroom… Never!!! If I take my bath, then I’ll be walking to Cadiz so I just washed my face and brushed my teeth then rushed out of the room with my bags.

As I got to the elevator, I noticed it was as quiet as a grave yard as though no one was awake. What was going on?

I checked my wrist watch and the time I saw was 4:50am… How???

I checked my Gionee phone and saw 5:50 am then I remembered that my Gionee phone was set to local time so I was very early and still had a one hour head start. Chai! I wasn’t late after all. Chai! I’m the shame of the nation. A disgrace to the ikwerre race. Chai!!!

I quickly went back to my room, unpacked my bags and carefully packed it, entered the bathroom and took a proper bath before going downstairs for breakfast and departure.

Then what voices did I hear as though there were people getting into the bus???

Make we leave that one first.


The long road to Cadiz

I wore a red T-shirt with the inscription, Eli Ndam (See pic above)

If the people in Spain only understand what that meant then they would have been afraid for all their land. (I be ikwerreman. Leave me jor).

We got to the Valencia train station and quickly got on a train to Madrid from Valencia.

The train ride to Madrid from Valencia took us two hours but because it was a neat train that didn’t have people from one part of the country begging, or people from another part of the country selling stuff or yet again people from another part of the country talking at the top of their voices and opening their mouths to the end, it was a smooth ride and two hours came and went just like that.

That's me and my good friend, Kunta Kinte at the Madrid station
The people from those parts of the country know themselves. No be fight. Take am like that. Na una identity. But I now call anybody name.

While at the Madrid train station waiting for a connecting ride to Sevilla I met Kunta Kinte. I think the photo is here for all to see.

The train ride from Madrid to Sevilla was two and half hours.

The ride from Madrid to Sevilla was fun, not because of anything spectacular… okay, two things spectacular.

First, I got out my lap top, plugged to a power source and played Football Manager so I was even a bit disappointed when we got to Sevilla because, I never win league yet and two and half hours done reach.

Second, there was this teenager who sat across the train to me with his younger brother who could have been seven or eight years old and I just watched them get along.

The younger boy reminded me so much of my son, Menuchimzi. Both were full of life, making jokes, singing and commenting on things I had no idea since they spoke Spanish.
Teaching the young man, Kpashi at this tender age

Suddenly the older boy brought out a deck of cards and started teaching the younger one how to play Kpashi as we used to call it in Port Harcourt. Na so pikin take dey spoil o. Dem don dey teach am Kpashi at that young age.

It was box office.

At Sevilla, we got a vehicle that took us to Cadiz which would be our home for the next three days.

Sevilla was hot, so hot I thought I was in Maiduguri. When I checked the temperature it was thirty six degrees Celsius. That was hot.

But on arrival at Cadiz, normal service resumed as the temperature back to what you expect in central Europe at this time of the year.

We go our rooms, grabbed some shut eye and later on we were off to watch the NPFL All Star team train.

I got on the same vehicle with Shehu Dikko, Nduka Irabor, Harry Iwuala, Friday Kujah, Moses Etu and Emeka Inyama.

The discussion in that bus eh… Nigerian football will grow someday. It is on the right path already. The discussion in that bus.

Fred Edoreh should be impeached

The chairman of Lagos council of the Sports Writers Association of Nigeria, SWAN is here.

His name is Fred Edoreh and he has been my friend for at least ten years.

However, I have told him he is guilty of a three count charge that are impeachable offences and I have let him know that in the next congress meeting called in Lagos, I will move a motion for him to be impeached

He has also told me that I won’t be able to enter the meeting if/ when the congress is called.

Niyi Oyeleke is also guilty of similar charges but they are accusing me of insubordination against the chairman emeritus and chairman of SWAN, Lagos, the center of excellence, but the battle continues.

Now for those of you looking for a headline, Niyi and Fred are my good friends and they have done none of those things going through your corrupt minds right now. This is just how we catch our fun while in a foreign land with language barriers.

To Be Continued
 
At the train station in Valencia

Ex International, Mutui Adepoju signing off at the hotel

That's me explaining something to Danladi Isaac (Nasarawa United) and Ahmed Fresh (NFF)

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