DAY IN THE NIGHT
Night turned day in Calabar as we savored every minute of the carnival till the last bone. I nor gree go house, as I made sure that I saw every band, their presentation and costumes which was lit. As at 1.am I was still walking, following the huge crowds of people from all walks of life trekking on the road like the people of Israel heading the promise land. Sleep departed for a while but trust me, as a 10 O’clock sleeper that I am, I couldn’t hold back for long. I Dey do ‘Strong head’, Dey from ‘Agbakara’, remain small I for land for inside gutter duuuuuuum as I began sleeping-walking and reeling like Clint De Drunk but thank Jah for my buddy who stood beside me John Edom, he held my hand like a baby and led me to the path of “Right-teousness” while I sleep-walked. I saw kids running around and doing the Jerusalem trekking too, women and men and babes of my age still catching the midnight fun and the whole electrifying exuberance. I just couldn’t accept the fact that I was