Earlier today, I accompanied some great men to pay the last respect to a retired Inspector general of police, Late Sir Etim Okon Inyang.
The journey to Mbo was quite amazing and the presence of Police van at some key location was highly noted. From Uyo through Oron to Mbo, the story was the same but the police officer nearly bounce us back when we wanted to enter late Sir Etim Okon Inyang compound.
On our arrival, so many people were struggling to go in but when we walked in, they paved way for us ‘They are important personalities” I could hear a woman echoing from the crowd.
“Excuse me sir, you can’t go in” A police officer instructed.
“Why” asking questions is always free, my boss once told me.
“it’s only the family people that are allowed in at this time”
“can we pass? ” We asked again.
“sorry, we didn’t recognize you before” We walked majestically into the compound.
The atmosphere inside was wonderful, but the segregation was still there, while I sat comfortable at a well protected stand, I could still witness many people struggling to come in, even those inside were struggling to get food.
“Must we always struggle?” a man whispers
“The food will reach you, please sit down” The woman in charge responded.
As we were sitting down, watching some young men displaying their talent through dancing, one man just stood up and start throwing dollars at them.
“Wow! In this economy” I shouted
“That’s Sir Inyang son, he is based in England” a man tap me from behind.
Today was fun, one thing I learned, which a police officer taught me. “Oga you dress well, are you a commissioner? ”
I shoke his hands and smile.
“I’m not from here, but my boss is more than the Governor”
I could hear them arguing among themselves.
Dressing is part of life, your personality and your dressing go together, dress to make sense