Super Falcons Cameroon diary, Day 8: Visiting the Animal farm and the beach

By Chibuogwu Nnadiegbulam

Animal farm. That is the popular name of the area where Tracy lives. That's the name she told me to tell the 'okada' man that will carry me from Victoria Guest House.

Of course George Orwell's novel came to mind; the famous quote "all animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others".

After eating bread and tea for breakfast, in Jessica and Janine's room, I went back to Tracy's house, where I had lunch (rice, stew and chicken), before Tracy decided to take me to Down Beach.

We took a motorcycle that bounced me up and down because of the bumpy and stony road we had to pass before hitting the main road. I kept asking Tracy questions on our way.

I asked her why there were nurses in virtually every corner of that area, and she told me there was a nursing school close by.

Some of the bike men have funny looking umbrellas, which has an extension behind it to shield them and their passengers from sun or rain. I also asked Tracy about it, and she said a bike man must have it, if he wants to be relevant during the rainy season.

At the free for all beach, which had a fishy smell, we took photos. Tracy asked a guy to snap us after we had taken a few selfies by ourselves. The view was beautiful, nonetheless.

We avoided areas that had dirt, which included about three dead fishes. We even had our photos taken by a wait-and-take photographer. He did so without our consent but the pictures were lovely. It was 500 CFA per copy, and 500 was all I had in my pocket at the time, so I did not take any.

Tracy took me further to the part of the beach where fresh fishes are sold and bought. She said that area usually gets really busy from 5pm, when fishermen will be returning from their fishing. They also sell roasted plantain and fish there.

Tracy explained that many of the people living there are from Nigeria and Ghana, and they are living illegally. They hardly send their kids to school and prefer to keep their monies in their wooden homes.

As we walked back to take a bike, the groundnut I saw tempted me to drink garri soaked in milk and sugar. Tracy bought the groundnut and we drank garri when we got back home, before I went back to Buea at about 7:30pm.


Faith, Mr. Moses and Sam had gone out so I was home alone with Carine until they returned.





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