It was a moment of respite, Saturday, April 5. Otutu buruku yen, that crazy cold of Springtime Glasgow, subsided a little to enable us sneak out and head out of the city at noon.
Destination?
Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, a city steeped in history and culture. Good to be part of a road trip to the city often easily associated with the Duke of Edinburgh and also the famous University of Edinburgh.
The journey took approximately one hour. We traversed the beautiful countryside in its scenic splendour at the forefront and the undulating hill tops on the horizon. The pied beauty of the landscape was worth watching and admiring the idyllic beauty.
Yes, the journey finally terminated at the Edinburgh Junior Academy, where a birthday party was taking place. As usual, it was a real OWAMBE big do. Anything “munchable” was available, Nigerian dishes all the way. Some of us, guests, could not help sniffing the aroma of typical Naija foods and salivating like the proverbial Pavlov’s dog.
And who was “declaring surplus” for you to salivate?
You mean on whose behalf was the surplus being declared, no be so?
A “Sweet Sixty-een”, said the funny MC. Well, not really a joke as such. The Folashade of a birthday girl, pastor and wife of a professor, clocked in to life barely (?) sixty years ago. Barely because she hardly looked her age. Referring to her as Sweet Sixteen would not have been too much of a competitive hyperbole with the Donald Trump variety…
Time to head back to Glasgow where the crazy cold seemed to have camped in our host’s humble home to warn me, in particular, to think twice before coming this part of the world again.
May be the SAGBADIWERE OTUTU loves caressing and hugging our body in the absence of “our dear native” mosquitoes back at home.
One day we shall be back in their warm embrace and hugging and kissing and ending up in a hospital with a doctor’s diagnosis of TYPHOID!
Dele Omotunde
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