My kindly host at Obasanjo Farm Otta, Easter 1985.
I am sorry I tried to chase you from the garden Sir…picking the capsicums close to dark…we had some good chopping and dancing EMAJO!
I always wonder how the Essells got on when they left the farm for Canada, Mrs Essell an Airforce pilot?
Enjoyed my adventure to Otta ii. Palm Wine & juju where the stills once were. They brought me snakes and lizard, but I’d left for home. Yoha & Doc the dogs…and those giant pineapples growing on the dump. I wandered lost and found the cattle with the giant horns, and helped to kill to pigs in the Meat Processing so I could understand the task. I fear the snake skin slough I gathered from behind the house hedge was from a snake I’m glad I did not meet!
Beautiful Nigeria, wonderful warm people, may you flourish under that Hot sun x
What happen to my dear friend Pinto?
abelmoir 