Source: Thegbrief.com

Source: Thegbrief.com

Tonight, I was reminded of the essence of travelling. By two young men who are probably just three or four years older than Okwukwe.

Of the essence of immersion. Not into baptism as of the unification with the third in the trinity.
 
Immersion into cultures and languages. One that my father has lived and learnt from.
Unconsciously, I became part of a conversation while waiting for my best friend to finish up what she was up to.
 
“French, right?” I asked one of the young men.
 
“Yes, French.”
 
“You’re from Togo?” I turned to the other man, “And you?”
 
The first guy smiled and said, “Yes.” The second said, “No. Ghana.”
 
So I turned back to the first guy, “Before Aflao border?”
 
“Yes.” He looks at me, “You know Togo?”
 
“Not really but I don pass there sha.”
 
I asked the second guy, “But you speak Twi?”
 
“Yes. You pass Aflao border? You don go Togo be that. You’ve been to Ghana?”
 
“Yes. Short trip. Caprice, Accra. Kumasi. You guys have got night life.”

 He laughed and asked me, “When are you going again?”
 
“Don’t know. This month. In some months maybe.”
 
A little chit-chat and I discovered the Ghanaian has lived in four African countries, two Francophone countries and two Anglophone countries (Nigeria inclusive).
 
During his stay in both Francophone countries, he learnt French. I’ve been wanting to learn French and there I was, with poor French vocabulary and just lived in Nigeria.
 
I perused my inner self and told him, “Keep that dream alive. Travel. Get exposure. Don’t let anything stop you.”
 
I’ve been to places but I’ve not travelled as much as I want to. Wake up call right tonight to not wait for this young life to get to the 30’s before hitting the road, air and sea.
Written by Okwukwe

Writer + Entrepreneur + Designer + Creative Artist + Tech Lover + Firework Lover + Travel Freak + Retired Economist (’08-’12) = Okwukwe

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