I stepped out of the house on a beautiful Wednesday morning.
Along the way, I met Oto Tom pulling her luggage.
“Hello good morning, are you the Wakaholic?” I asked her.
“Yes, I am. I am heading to Seychelles Islands, do you wanna come with me?”
“Yessss!” I replied excitedly.
She smiled and held my hand.
We flew at breakneck speed in the clouds.
We landed in Seychelles.
I looked around, the environment was so pristine and peaceful. Tall trees, shrubs, grasses, serene beach…
“I am your tour guide. Welcome to Seychelles, an Island nation located in the Indian Ocean. Seychelles has a population of roughly 94,000 people” Oto spoke in a formal tone.
“Wow, so Ibiono Ibom, my local government area has more people than Seychelles!”
“Let’s go hiking through Morne Seychellois National Park in Mahe,” Oto suggested.
We got into a vehicle and sped away…
We had fun hiking at the Park. We ascended the mountain. The view from the top was splendid. We saw the sunbird, the kestrel, and blue pigeon birds. We saw the pitcher plant and other beautiful flora and fauna. The sights were so breathtaking.
“You know Seychelles is made up of 115 beautiful islands, let’s go and visit Praslin Island and explore Valle de Mai, then we will check up on Digue Island, one of the most beautiful beaches in the world.”
We spent the whole day exploring and sightseeing.
“I am hungry, is there Afang soup here?” I inquired.
“Can’t you do without Afang soup for once?” Oto frowned and continued,
“Let’s go to Bazar Labrin and indulge in the culture there. You may be lucky to see Afang soup there”
“What is Bazar Labrin?”
“It is a local food market that attracts tourists and locals every Wednesday in Beau Vallon from 4 pm to 9 pm”
“The places here seem to have French names. Do they speak French here?”
“Seychelles has three official languages: English, French and Seychellois Creole” She informed.
Bazar Labrin was a very lively place with a great atmosphere. We visited the stalls and bought different variety of food including the Octopus curry, fried breadfruit chips, and the locally brewed Seybrew beer. We ate to our fill while watching the local dancers performing the traditional Moutya dance around the campfire.
I turned around and saw her. I got up and ran up to her.
A stunning dimpled young lady with a curvaceous shape.
“Hello, my name is Leroi, I like you”
“Non…I no speak English much…just petit à petit” She said in a flippant tone.
“Oh, I want us to be friends”
“Where you come from?” She asked.
“I like Nigeria, they rich people, they spend money”
Oto ran to my side and pulled me away admonishing, “Young man, leave Seychellian girls alone. I will report you to Angelina!”
I grumbled as she dragged me away to our table under a giant multicoloured umbrella. “You know I love it here, I want to stay in Seychelles forever, it’s so beautiful”
“We can’t stay here forever, our next adventure is in Cuba, the Bahamas, and Las Vegas. You have to join the Wakaholic tour.”
“I will be there!”
My phone message tone rang out waking me up from my reverie.
I had dozed off in the office. I picked my phone and glanced at the message from Chief Ita.
…You deserve a vacation! Send me your account number!…
Yaaay! The Seychelles Islands, here I come!