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Night god's dancing on hills. The wind whistles into my ear, in coalition of the music box playing whizkids, 'joro' a song that was meant to keep the vibe of our excitement going but everyone seemed to either be sleeping with their head sprawled out on the chair in front of them or some hopelessly drooling on the neck of their partner, my eye catches that of my partner whose words come to mind about how she would come here to disappear if she gets tired of life,I agree with her almost totally, with the way the hills lapped over another, small houses built in between, I felt my heart swell, rising in the same crescendo of a pumping machine ,then ache and almost cry at such beauty. I sigh,taking a look at the other strange faces in the bus ,people whom I will get to know their names and forget the moment they leave, all looking exhausted from the journey of five hours. Somehow in between asking are we there yet, using Google Maps and asking the commoners of the environment we arrive at our destination and escapes of 'Finally' escapes our mouth. Climb the mountains so you can see the world….. I want to climb this particular mountain, my second partner says to me in the same manner a Victoria island child would insist on getting cold stone ice cream in the middle of the night , her voice rising in a crescendo that seems to say;since that guy did it so I can, for a moment I wonder if it's her feminist self speaking or her adventurous spirit talking but I do not discourage her as this would be the routine in the two days we would be together, one of us taking the lead and the rest following. She climbs the rock which at a glance looked simple but took her twenty minutes to achieve for it was brisk, rough, scratching one's leg you'd think you were walking on coal that was cooling off. The official photographer asks us to leap off the rock and I am like hell No! but before I could process my thoughts all I know is that I am soaring on the air landing on my two feet on plain ground . He captures a rewarding picture, one that will continue to be my wallpaper for weeks reminding me about doing the unthinkable. In the words of Helen Keller ,life is either a daring adventure or nothing and I realize this in a day ,climbing one of Nigeria's highest Rock, the Oruku which is situated in the town of Igara, a people that migrated from Kogi, whose language is edo. I see the rocks of Igara through the lenses of a young boy named Prince who surprisingly had the impatience of an adult and more times than one could count left the others behind making us result in begging him to wait. At the break of dawn everything is possible even becoming a god……Sylvia Plath By dusk we had all eaten the extravagant priced food of the lodge, gathered under the well spread out sky's and chandeliers which is the stars we dance to music of love, bodies pressed against partners in a way that suggested if they had the ability they would disappear into them, I and my travel partner enjoy the air which is so clear I could breathe in life the manner God would breathe in to a creation it almost makes me cry. We disregard the comfort of the lodge until the cold begins to make our legs numb it pierces us straight to our brain and little by little we begin to dispatch into a room full of bodies where more conversations flow through the night. The moments spent viewing the world felt like I was placed at the peak of it to admire all that exists , I tried for a moment to comprehend the beauty but I knew that it was a reconfirmation of the supernatural and I desire that people move around more often for travel is fatal to prejudice , bigotry and narrow mindedness and people need it sorely on these account.