Some of you don't know where Edo state is so I'll tell you. It's somewhere east of Lagos (and you all know where Lagos is don't you? It's the fatty bit of Africa's arm just before the armpit, somewhere around Ghana) and west of Kenya. That should give you a rough idea. It would probably be better if I said it was west of Cameroon but none of you know where Cameroon is so Kenya it is. I would tell you where exactly in Edo state Okada is but I haven't got the slightest idea.
Things here are dire. Of course I'm going to tell you how dire they are. This place is dying to be blogged about. First off, there are no toilets. Well there are but you're better off taking a shit outside, like this guy.
Yeah, that's a man with a plan. I did my first shit au naturel (that is to say I did it in nature). As at the time that I was contracting my abdominal muscles I was one with the flies that circled my ankles in anticipation for their next meal and the plants that knew that the heat of my shit was going to kill them. When I was done I wore a paper bag like a glove, picked it up, and flung it into the bush. The experience scarred me. The next time I needed to shit, I found my way to a respectable latrine. It seems that I'm fine with shit, as long as I don't have to touch it after I've dropped it.
The bag of water's for cleaning up. I wasn't joking when I told you that things were dire. Papa Afam says it's my punishment for being so clueless and street foolish, but I'm not getting any street smarter here. All I've proven is that I can shit in public no problem.
My sleeping companion here is a lizard. It goes away during the day and comes back at night like a true squatter. I'm terrified of it. If I knock it down, it'll attack me while I sleep and kill me. I'm sure of this. You cannot convince me otherwise.
The kit is also abysmal. My white trainers ripped on the first day so I had to get some plastic ones. They're the weirdest things I've ever seen. I suppose they're like feet condoms.
The activities aren't that bad really. Except that you've got to stand under the sun for hours while doing nothing of value. I got sun burned. My face will start peeling soon.
All of it would be unbearable if not for the people. I've made friends. I'd like to think that they're pretty decent but only time will tell. Some of you may be surprised that I've made friends so quickly but nothing forges the bonds of friendship more efficiently than suffering.
Will I remain in Edo for the rest of the year? No. I'll be back in Lagos on the 26th of November. I may be back in Edo in January, and if I do come back in January I'll remain here till at least April. And that's sad, but life is sad, so it's alright I suppose. The beauty of it is that I can do this from anywhere, even if I've got to hug an almond tree for signal. Now I want to cry and when I think of the shit that I'll have to do tomorrow I want to cry even more. But I shan't cry and I shan't drop one until next week. I'll clench good.