Continuing to Niger Republic


Need to Decide

Around 4:00 am on Tuesday morning on the 11th of April 2017. I was woken by The 4:00 am alarm. 4:00 am is very critical to my job hence the need I set my alarm to wake me up by that time – not minding whether I was on vacation or not. I reminded myself I was on vacation and also that I have not decided on how I am going to do my planned trip to Niger after the issues I experienced in East Africa the previous day. I searched and found a plane to Sokoto from Lagos that morning. I made reservations since it was very close to Niger Republic. Going to Niger and Niamey the capital required one to travel to Kebbi or Sokoto states and then cross the border into Niger. A few Nigerien who live around had earlier advised I may have to travel through the Kebbi border but it was unfortunate there were no direct flights to Kebbi from Lagos but to Sokoto had several of them.

I waited for day break to tell everyone at home I was travelling to Niamey, this is one the aspects of my travelling adventure I loved, announcing strange names of countries and cities I want to travel to. I had to pack a few things I thought I was going to need. I was excited of the idea I was going to see the far northern Nigeria. I also was telling myself it might probably be the last time I will have to travel to Sokoto without a visa (Hoping Biafra would become a country soon and that I will now need a passport or a form of identification at least to travel to Nigeria or whatever the remaining country will be called).

Not knowing what to expect in Niger, I picked my bag and left for the airport at around 8:30 am. On my way to the airport, I noticed one of the facilities of the airport authority was on fire. I watched with other onlookers, started a Facebook life video when I noticed it was getting out of hand and the arrival of the fire fighters. I was a bit carried away but I left the scene after roughly 10 minutes of recording and sharing the video with my friends. To cut the long story short, we boarded, first flew to Kaduna before flying to Sokoto. The total flight time was around 2 hours. At Sokoto, I noticed an extremely high temperature of 41 degrees Celsius.

Well, I made inquiries on how to get to the border and I was told I was to first get out of the airport to town, then I get to Ilela Park for a vehicle to Ilela and then get a motor bike to help transport me across the border.

Unfortunately, I had failed to take enough money, hoping I will use my cards. I was really grateful to one of the drivers in the park who agreed I do a bank transfer to his bank account so he could pay my fair to Ilela. The bank was far from the park. From there, I now took a motor bike for the onward journey to the Niger/Nigeria border. I crossed the Nigerian side of the border without issues but the Niger end was with a lot challenges.

 

Two Fulani Angels at The Border

 

At the Niger Republic border, the immigration officers requested I pay 10000cfa to pass and I bluntly refused, insisting it is free and even if I will pay, I will give them nothing more than 3000cfa. This seemed to get to the Niger’s commanding officer’s nerves and he requested his men to conduct a thorough search on me. This was because according to him, I was coming to do business and not tourism, which I said, was what am coming for. However, he saw some of my valid visas which proved to him I was not headed to Agadez (it’s a border town with Libya and it’s a route for illegal immigrants to Europe).

In my whole life, I have ever been searched the way I was searched that day. The type of search I was subjected to that day was horrible (I prefer to use interesting though). I removed everything on me except my under pants. He later even checked what was inside the under pants to be sure there’s no exhibit. They had to cut my shoes to be sure I had nothing inside. Finally, he said I should pack my things, pay the 10000cfa or go back. to Nigeria and I told him to his face I will go back to Nigeria.

Back to the Nigerian side of the border, I narrated my ordeal to the Nigerian officers who were worried about the development. They told me to thank God they found no exhibit or banned item  on me and that if they did, it could have been something different and unpleasant, because they could have arrested me and detained me till I had paid the last penny. Their display of love and concern was something out of this world and at that point knowing I am Igbo, they had to escalate to their overall boss at that border, Mr Bala Ibrahim. He came, took my passport and after going through it, asked me to follow him in his motorbike. He took me to the Niger Immigration officers and spoke with their boss. Some other junior officers outside were cheering me that I was smart to have gone back to involve officers from the Nigerian side. Honestly, I think it was the best thing to do.

After the ‘oga to oga’ talk inside between the two bosses, the Niger officer took my passport and stamped it and Mr Ibrahim now asked me to give them anything I had. Well, I had to give them 5000cfa eventually – to prove it’s not that am broke that I did not want to pay what they demanded as it was illegal.

I wanted a picture with Mr Bala for this post but he told me the Niger officers would complain if we do that at their end but that I can have his telephone no which I gladly collected. Please anyone who knows this man should help me thank him.

Meanwhile, I spent almost two hours on all these and waiting outside was another Ibrahim, another Fulani guy from Ilela in Sokoto State of Nigeria. He was patient all through and did not complain. After the whole incident, he even took me to the Airtel office to get a SIM card for Niger; took me also to Banque Atlantique to make some withdrawals since I could not get money in Nigeria. and then to the car company that I would be travelling with the next day. His display of patience was so excellent and I wish to thank him for it.

 

The Night Fall Hotel, Birni-Koni

I had also made the mistake of not withdrawing someone local Nigerian currency (Naira) before getting to Ilela. Unfortunately the banks at Ilela also were not working so, the only hope I had was just to change some dollars I had when I arrive Niger. On arrival, it was very difficult to change the dollars at Birni-Koni (the exchange rate I was offered was very low and as a result, I decided I would not change there but wait till I get to the capital). I will advise anyone who intends to cross the border from Sokoto to Brini Koni(the town in Niger side) to always make sure they go with Naira. It is easier to change and you also have several people who change it there – competition will make them sell it at a better price. I walked around to find a better price but could not.

After the long walk looking for a bureau de change operator, I was very thirsty and also needed to find a place to relax for the night so I can continue my journey the next day. I found a shop however, bought a bottle of coke and water to relax and then asked the owner of the shop – Tu connais un hotel pas loin d’ici? I was asking if he knew a hotel around there but he did not understand me. It was then it dawned on me I am in a territory where I needed to be able to speak Hausa at least. He did not understand what I was saying but he seemed to understand I was talking of a hotel but yet, he could not respond anything meaningful. After some 5 minutes or so of sipping the 250cfa coke (the cheapest I had ever bought in a francophone West Africa), two customers came in to buy cigarettes. I then asked them the same question and one of them responded in French, we can help you find one. I was quite happy at least I could be understood.

 

With the two Mohameds – the blacksmith and police.

With the two Mohameds
With the two Mohameds

These two gentlemen were both called Mohamed, they were Tuareg. The older Mohamed was the only one I communicated with easily while the second, understood a little French, the older Mohamed told me the younger is a policeman…which I later got to understand he was just a local security officer in one of the motor parks around. The older Mohamed whom we later became friends is a blacksmith. We went out in search of a hotel and unfortunately, we found nothing. It was then Mohamed asked me to come stay with them in their house…which I happily accepted – even though I was bit bothered about the safety of some of the things in my bag. For myself, I knew I will be safe no matter what. After all, it was not the first time I was getting to sleep in the house of a stranger. Maybe my first time abroad anyways.

We got to the house. It was made of rafts. From the door to the roofing. Inside, the floor was just sand.

Mohamed the blacksmith and myself.

The portion where the bed was had a little polythene covering that the mattress was resting on. Seeing that gave me hope that at least, I would sleep on something close to what I have at home. I dropped my bag, went out to take fresh air with the Mohameds, possibly take my bath and then go for a walk with them to find what to eat. After a while of waiting, another gentleman walked pass and entered the same room. Mohamed introduced him as his brother. I noticed that the guy went in to relax on ‘my bed’. After a while, a lady went in there to join him. I later learnt she was his brothers wife. The other ‘Police’ Mohamed left to his house and it was only myself, Mohamed and a few other neighbours who will eventually sleep outside. It was at that point I knew the sad truth that my bed actually belonged to another and that same person will be using it for the night with his wife. I was perplexed by the thoughts of sleeping outside on just a mat without anything to cover me. I thought of the torment of mosquito, the warm weather and the eventual fall of temperature at night, the possibility of something creeping to the place I will be sleeping and a thief visiting when I might have slept. I eventually slept but vowed to myself I must find a good hotel the next morning and be sure to take a good sleep and make up for the rough treatment the night before. Well, it was really a horrible night as temperature actually dropped later in the night.

Mohamed showed lots of hospitality. He bought some yogurt, water and some local African tea. I took only one of the yogurts and then the water. I was very tired to go out to buy other things so I decided to sleep a bit hungry that evening.

Sleeping outside in Niger Republic
Sleeping outside in Niger Republic

Waking up the next morning, my entire feet was so dusty I decided to wake Mohamed to get me water to bath but I left him to continue his sleep when I recalled he slept late around 3 am. While waiting, some little children showed up and I decided to have some pictures with them. I had seen them the previous evening and tried to play with them but they understood little or nothing that I said. Sadaam, one of the boys was able to respond to “Comment tu t’appelles?” which is to say “What is your name?”

Later in the morning, Mohamed decided to take me to his shop so that I could see what he does for a living. He was a blacksmith and I watched him work on a ring he wanted to give me as a gift. Some of his friends came around and good a thing they spoke French. They made me understand their friend spoke as much as 8 languages.

I also noticed that if there was anytime he wanted to tell me something he did not want his friends to understand, he spoke to me in English and I was surprised and his ability. He patiently worked on the ring until it fitted my finger. He made another and asked me to give it to my girlfriend when I get back to Lagos which I took and I thanked him. I noticed his strong addiction to cigarettes and mentioned it to him,

He smiled and told me he has been working on it. He told me he used to smoke a full packet of cigarette in a day before then but now, he only does only 5 or less in a day and that he hopes to quit very soon. That reminded me of the rate at which francophone West Africans smoke. I had seen very strange smoking behaviours in Mali and Senegal. In Bamako, Mali for instance, I noticed some very young children who I was not sure they were up to 15 years of age and they were smoking and it looked like if everyone does it. In Dakar Senegal at one point, I noticed that most of the women I met smoked. It was then Habib Koite’s ‘Cigartte Abana‘ 1995 song made meaning to me. I wished him the best and told him continue and that things will be alright someday.

At Thomas Sankara's Grave
At Thomas Sankara’s Grave

I continued to Niamey the next day, visited several sites in the city before leaving in the evening to Ouagadougou in Burkina Faso. I visited the site where one of my favourite African Thomas Sankara was buried. Uncle Boro, the uncle to my ex-girlfriend was there in town to take me around the town and even had to take me to the park where I could get a bus to Ghana.

 

La Vie A Nod Du Ghana

With my Burkinabe Friends. Musa and Dad
With my Burkinabe Friends. Musa and Dad

Paga is the border town between Burkina Faso and Ghana. There was a huge difference between the two different sides of the border. The Burkina Faso’s side was very dry and riddled with poverty. The Ghanaian side was very different. The tarred road, well painted structures unlike the huts in the Burkina side of the divide. What a life. I also met a father and son who are cattle rears who were going through West Africa to explore ways to sell their cattle. I later on met these two in Nigeria when they came to do business here and they had to invite me back to their city which I promised I will honour.

With Uncle Boro. He took me round  Burkina
With Uncle Boro. He took me round Burkina

After sometime at the border, I proceeded to Bolga and from Bolga, I got a bus to Tamale, a major city in the Northern Region of Ghana that I wanted to discover too.  I met some very nice people and some of my Igbo brothers. I negotiated for a hotel for 25 cedis which is roughly $6. I paid and slept  after which I left the next morning to Accra, a 12 hour journey on the State Transport Company of Ghana (STC). I was told the journey could be done in less time but had to take that long because the STC drivers have a limited speed they must not exceed on the road.  I really had a nice time there and made some very nice friends in will not be in a hurry to forget in my life.

I safely arrived Nigeria 2 days later and honestly, it was just fun filled.

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