The University Of Michigan Journey to Nigeria
The Long Walk
Chief Installation Ceremony
Chief to All
Lo Lo Syliva, Chief Celebration
The Orlu Palace
Imo State Deputy Governor and Staff
Friday, November 5, 2010
Nigerian Food
During my stay in Owerri, Imo State, Nigeria, I sampled many delightful dishes. The basic most common meals are chicken; fish; seafood; beef; and goat meat as well as rice, pounded yam and fu fu. Oh, I can't forget the delicious fried plantain I ate every morning at the hotel. Fried Chicken is prepared without flour, and there is also baked or boiled chicken was severed with a boiled egg. There are several types of rice jallof, coconut, and fried rice. Rice is served with every meal of the day including breakfast. The Imo Concorde Hotel breakfast buffet serves an array of dishes daily rice with stewed tomatoes; liver; fried plantains; eggs;potatoes; porridge; and dry cereal as well as toast. The juice is fresh pineapple or orange, along with a choice tea as and coffee . The most popular drink is tea; however in Owerri I found no cold tea drinks. Our favorite fast food restaurant in Owerri is Trendy's which offers delicious snacks as well as food. I had a chance to sample the ice cream and kettle popcorn. More traditional dishes like fufu takes time getting use to.The most popular way this dish is eaten is with stew. Fu fu is a starch normally eaten as a side dish where one would ball up the dough with hands before eaten. The only milk I saw was the powder form in the hotel. I'm not sure if there were any selection of cheese since I didn't look for it in the store I visit. I did enjoy the spicy peanut sauce served with the garden egg during the traditional welcoming ceremony.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Gilead Missionary Clinic
An unforgettable stop in the study abroad tour was the Gilead Missionary Clinic. Dr. Victor Isiodu provides health care including prenatal care and surgery to residents in Owerri a rural area in Imo State, Nigeria.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Day One, A Journey to Nigeria
So long I dream of this day, across the ocean I travel, to visit my ancestors' land. Not knowing what to expect when we arrive, I move my luggage from one airport to the next. It just have not set in, Africa! Our country of choice is Nigeria. The airport is crowded we load into the bus and head down the street. Some of the ground is unpaved roads, I stare at the red dirt with small ponds of red water. My stomach tightens and trembles as I pass the silver tin roof homes as our bus passes down the street. Our shuttle final stop is at a huge black gate which holds our hotel much like a large castle to its surrounding dwellings. We unload our bags and check in exhausted from the flight. I am one out of a group of 11on a three week study abroad program. We all separate going to our rooms to relax dinner will be at 7:30. Dinner at the hotel is intimate much like eating dinner in a small cozy cafe. After dinner, we tour the grounds of the hotel and later turn in for the evening. Lying in bed, I feel the tremble in my stomach returns. I think about the conditions I see coming into the hotel. It feels like my mind is in a whirl, how can conditions be so poor on one side of the road and so wealthy on the other? I never seen this kind of inequality so close to each other in this form, so extreme.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Motherland
Eyes sparkling nostrils flair as I breath deeply smelling the sweet exotic fruit trees that line the road. In town, there are markets overflowing with humongous vegetables and fruits okra;cabbage;greens; tomatoes;pineapple;watermelon;papaya; and guava spread across endless tables. My lips smile as if I was able to reach out and take a bite. At the outer edge of the market, there are precious oils to use for bathing and cooking. To the left, lies an enormous variety of cloth to make clothing as well as leather and beaded sandals for my feet. Finally, I arrive to the jewelry there are so many beads, and cowries bracelets made of sandstone and brass. People smile and embrace me and I feel so welcome. My skin tingles with excitement, as I imagine Africa the Motherland!
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