HOW THE JOURNEY STARTED
When I was in high school, we had a subject called "Social Studies," and one of the most significant topics we learned about was "Culture." Culture is the way of life of a group of people, and it is built on ideas, practices, and behaviors.
WELCOME TO MY VILLAGE
Let us travel to Nigeria, my home country. I am from Rivers State, Nigeria, which is also known as the "Garden City of the Nation" and is located in the country's southern region. I'm a member of the "Delta-Igbos," a distinct ethnic group with a fast expanding population. Our dialect is a cross between Igbo and Isoko. I hail from a unique village with various blood ties to nearby towns and a rich history and culture. Iyowo is the name of my community, which is located near Obiofu in Rivers State. I've always been a city slicker; I was born in the city, went to high school there, and grew up in the city. I'd never been back to my hometown in my life, at least not in the previous 18 years. My village seemed mythical to me; I was only used to seeing my village uncles and aunts when they came to visit us in the city.
IYOWO FISHING FESTIVAL- BIG CULTURAL ACTIVITY
My father contacted me a few months ago and said he was planning on coming to our village's fishing festival. "Oh, Pops great," I said, astonished because I had no idea such things occurred in my village. He then asked if I wanted to come, stressing that my relatives would also be present. I considered it at the time since I had nothing to do in the city and had recently graduated from college, and it would be a nice change of environment.So I accepted and returned home to prepare for our journey to the village. The route to the village included both a road and a water journey. We had driven for two hours before arriving at the jetty to catch a speedboat to the village, as this was the only way to get there.I was looking forward to the travel experience because it would be my first visit to the village and I would be able to experience country life and see things for myself.
We arrived late in the village, in pitch darkness, with only torchlights to guide us to the family home where we would spend the night.I was too exhausted to think about the blackout and what it signified; all I wanted to do was sleep and recuperate, hoping that the Electricity Board would restore power later that night. I awoke the next day to find that the power was unavailable . I thought to myself, "That's strange," because I had no idea that my community had never been given power, only generators owned by community members.
So, since the family house was full, we were taken to the only hotel in town. It wasn't bad, and the rooms were clean and had all the necessities of a hotel room, so I didn't mind.
It was time for me to take a bath, so I raced into the bathroom and tried running the tap, but it didn't work, so I contacted the manager about the water problem, and he said the water tap doesn't function, so everyone bathes in the river.The reply made me cold; first, it was the power, and now it was the water-"I have arrived at my village," I thought to myself.
So I proceeded to the stream, where I was astounded to see students on their way to school who had stopped to take off their uniforms and swim across the small river, while I joined them to take a bath. It was an amazing experience. I finished my bath and decided to photograph the great river "Obinafor river," which means "new river," which was the site of the great fishing festival.
We also have the "Oge Lake," which is left for a long time prior to the fishing date, villagers are prohibited from fishing on the Lake, and if an offender is discovered, the person will be dealt with. The Oge Lake is said to be a storage facility for large fish, and its history dates back years, when it was used to represent the deities' blessings to the people. It is regarded as a blessing harbor for fishermen and women in the community.
The festival's rules were basic and straightforward: all canoes and boats were permitted to enter the lake and river, nets were to be tossed into the river, and the fisherman or lady who caught the largest fish was to be named the festival's winner. The largest fish is instantly sold to the highest bidder, and it is always pricey, while other fishermen and women would sell or keep their catch in the community.
The huts and mud dwellings in the village near the river and lake could be seen, and the land deposit in the photo was formed as a result of flooding deposition over time, and the alluvial soil is utilized for production of food crops. It depicts the major occupation in my village, which is agriculture. It also demonstrates our dedication and hard labor, as we are regularly involved in placing food on our family' tables. This made me ecstatic.
Later that night, the town organizes a great party with many families in attendance, and the fish festival turns into a celebration. The fishes caught during the festival are used to prepare a variety of dishes at the party. My family members were dressed in uniform for the event, as you can see.
The party went from late at night to early the next morning, and when it came time for the family to return to the city, we decided to take a family photo for posterity before boarding the boat to return to the jetty.
| Ownership of pictures | MINE | |
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| Camera type | Tecno spark 7 |