By Chibuogwu Nnadiegbulam
We had a general morning devotion this morning, before every one went back to their personal business; social media being part of it.
I didn't tell you Faith Oluchi wore trousers yesterday. Well, Jessica woke up this morning to the pictures on Facebook, and she refused to let it lie low, in spite of Faith trying to explain it was because of cold. (Lol).
Anyway, I just monitored the banter from the comfort of my bed, while I finished up my diary for day 5. I was also racking my brain on my brief move to Limbe, where Tracy would accommodate me for two days.
Meanwhile the pre-match press conference of the Super Falcons have been scheduled for 2pm at the Limbe Omnisport Stadium.
As per CAF's arrangement, only the press conferences will hold at that stadium. Every team's last training session prior to tomorrow's matches, would hold at the designated training stadium close to their hotels.
At past 12, Tobi and I set out for Limbe. Mr. Moses, Busayo, Sam and Faith opted to stay back for the Super Falcon's training which would take place in Buea.
As soon as Tobi and I entered a cab, its talkative driver said I looked like that Nigerian player that scored four goals, the number 8.
Tobi told him the player's name is Asisat Oshoala and the driver hailed her abilities and skills. In a few minutes, he already told us he lived and worked as a Marine diver in Nigeria for a long time, and can speak Itsekiri.
We were just two passengers in the cab, so the driver drove back to the nearby park at Mile 17 junction to fill his vehicle.
Now headed for Limbe, a discussion about the ongoing Women's AFCON was raised and a man who sat alongside a lanky young miss in front said, Nigeria are the best team in the tournament. But the driver insisted that the match between the defending Champions and Ghana would determine that. He however agreed with his passenger that "they play good football".
Like many others, both of them predicted a Nigeria vs Cameroon final.
As we progressed on our journey. The driver and the two passengers in front started arguing about how much a commissioner earns in the country. The driver claimed he could make as much as a commissioner earns, in a month.
According to him a commissioner earns CFA 300,000 as salary - minus other bonuses and benefits. But his opponents will not agree. The lanky girl stated that her dad is a commissioner and she knows how much he earns, which in agreement with the man sitting with her, should be above CFA 500,000.
In the end, they were still left with their opinions. The other man later revealed he is a civil servant who has two taxis that both yield up to CFA 100,000 every week in Limbe. He also has a farm, so he hardly touches his salary.
Here, they do not joke with their identification. Especially with the Women's Africa Cup of Nations ongoing. The girl in front, whose 'rasta' boyfriend had accompanied to the park, had to alight before we got to the first check point in Limbe, 'the town of Friendship', because she wasn't with her ID. We were not stopped after all. But it is often said that "prevention is better than cure".
When we got to the last bus stop, Tobi bargained with the driver to take us to the stadium. The driver wanted CFA 3,000, but in the end he agreed for 1,500.
We arrived at the stadium in time for the first press conference. We even waited for a little while because Team Nigeria were yet to arrive. The CAF official explained that they were stuck in traffic.
Soon the media officer, Remi Sulola, the coach, Florence Omagbemi and defender, Gladys Akpa stepped into the press conference room.
Ghana were next after Nigeria, before Kenya. After Kenya, I left Tobi behind. He needed to write some stories.
But I headed for Tracy's place, where I was served corn fufu with vegetable soup made with huckleberry leaves and a bottle of Grenadine.
She introduced me to her household. One of her sisters, is married to a man from Imo State who has lived his entire life in Cameroon.
Later that night, I ate roasted fish, with something made with cassava (I can't remember the name right now). I could not really eat the latter, so I just concentrated on the fish. All this while, I was busy with my laptop, which shocked me at some point; editing sounds and writing articles.
In the end, I was the last person to sleep in the house. And guess what? I am still suffering the punishment of daring to use my bare hands to chop Cameroon pepper. Just so you know, my hand is still "peppering" me.