ADVENTUROUS CONDOLENCE VISIT JUBAWO

It's been a while since I wrote this piece and revisited it today though the status quo remain the same.

I Well as usual, Any mortal soul must taste the Axe of death, Dahiru Jubawo among my close friends amongst my students lost his Dad Last week Friday, after a long protracted illness, As expected, I went to pay him/his relatives a condolence visit in Jubawo (an Outskirt of Fufore Few Kilometers due east). The journey become adventurous immediately we set foot along Secretariat Junction, towards Gurin Road, One Dusty-noisy-smoky-lorry fully packed with load of parboiled rice from Gurin or Sabongari Fufore as usual to God-knows-where! suddenly the atmosphere changed to just like an aftermath of Nuclear Bomb (I never witnessed one though) as the lorry zoomed pass us, we are covered with dust saturated with half burned diesel fumes.
In either Wuro kurori or Parda Alajire we saw a ghasty motor accident involving one Honda Car smashed and crushed on the roadside, I was in bad shape and emotionally down when we saw that wreckage of that car, we were calm when we learnt that no one lost their lives in that accident. That was child's play compared to the rigorous-twisted-sandy road we encountered as soon as we left Parda-Alajire due North-East to Jubawo A distance of not more than one to two Kilometres. On arrival at Jubawo, we look weird, worked-up and run-out, the first thing we need is water! This is where a surge of guilt pierced through my heart! The Cost of construction of Human Powered Boreholes (aka Tuka-Tuka) is it Half a Million? or at most a million naira. The Hand-Pump Borehole Constructed by Upper Benue River Basin Sponsored by Hon. Aminu Tukur Ribadu served as the major (if not the only) source of water which is proved to be the basic need of life (don't say Oxygen because H2O contains 2 Molecules of Oxygen). serves as a rallying point for the village folks, their goats, sheep, chicken and any other domestic animal or bird you can think of. though we didn't went round the whole settlement, but in my eyes this hand-pump borehole is the beehive of the dwelling which gathers boys, girls, men, women and their domestic animals. The Guilt of the helpless situation of our rural dwellers has turn my adventurous journey a smooth ride. Over a million questions popped up in my Head (a-Multi-Billion-MHtz-Processor). the most significant one are two: ARE WE NOT GUILTY OF:

1. ABANDONING OUR RURAL DWELLERS IN OUR STRUGGLE FOR GOOD GOVERNANCE AND FREEDOM?

2. Despite Rural dwellings are the Hub of Votes and at times Political Maneuverings (I didn't say Rigging) there is nothing visible there to show the presence of government. OUR POLITICIANS AND ASPIRING POLITICIANS TAKE NOTE ON OUR RURAL DWELLINGS!

Less I forget the main issue, we met the aggrieved family, condoled them and prayed for the deceased for Allah's Rahama and wished them fortitude to bear their irreparable lost. We ventured back on the same adventurous journey back home.

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