Although, I served on the Plateau State, the social media, especially Facebook claimed I travelled all over the nation as I was tagged in several posts across the country. However, I only visited seven states majorly in the North-East and North-Central part.
Back in the West, we thought everyone living in the North belongs to the Hausa tribe, but getting there, I discovered that most people in the North are not of the Hausa tribe, though they all speak the Hausa language. The tribes in the North as much more than the tribes of the West, but I never knew because they all look like our ‘Western Aboki’.
People from states like Gombe, Kebbi, Taraba, Kaduna and Plateau belong to tribes that I never heard about and they are angry because the minor Hausa tribe has dominated them politically. Apart from the fact that most people in the North are not Hausa, the idea that everyone in the North is a Muslim is also a gross mistake. It was surprising to know that states like Plateau, Gombe and Taraba are Christian dominated states.
The media has been used to deceive us so much. The North is a beautiful place to live as most of the businesses that are so competitive in the West are still very fertile. I visited seven states namely Bauchi, Yobe, Borno, Nasarawa, Kaduna, Katsina and Kano.
Of all these states, it was very surprising that Maiduguri, the capital of Borno state is the most beautiful while Damaturu is the worst. Kaduna and Jos are very developed, but they still have a long way to go.
Potato was a delicacy I always looked forward to and the fruits especially water melon readily have a place in my stomach while several soap operas are played out on the road when the driver cannot speak Pidgin English.
The North enjoys power supply that is almost uninterrupted unlike in Ibadan where the darkness is almost uninterrupted. Faults are repaired almost immediately. The roads are also super good compared to the roads in the West. My mind asks me why.
While in Kano, I entered a Baptist church and I was surprised to see all the inscriptions written in Yoruba language. When Sunday service started, I felt like I was in Ogbomoso. Everything around me was in Yoruba language including songs, but I didn’t dance.
The sad thing about Northerners is that they do not value education. Most people in their schools are Igbos and Yoruba.
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