I went rock-climbing, some days ago. Ordinarily, it would have been a beautiful experience, but all I could think of the whole time was “Uray,  craze neva begin dey worry you so? “. 

I had been feeling sick prior to that day, but you know,  on top say I must snap picture for rock, I put my sickness aside and went to Olumo rock with my friends, who didn’t even deem it fit to discourage me from going….. not that I would have listened anyway.

Our journey to Olumo rock started on a high note, we were all very excited. It was my first time, why wouldn’t I be?
We hired a cab from somewhere in Abeokuta (Camp, precisely), and we were on our way. We chatted all the way, from one meaningless conversation to another, na the flexing kuku dey shack man pikin. 

Eventually, we got there and surprisingly, the driver said “ na una dey responsible pass for inside all the passengers wey I don carry for inside my moto. Una no even talk boy mata for hia, na so so book book. God go kuku bless una for me”. 

While the rest were chorusing “Thank you, sir”, I was wondering if it was a ploy to get us to pay more than we had earlier agreed.
Anyway, we went in through the gate that met us and were directed to the reception to pay our ” climbing fee”. By the time the payment was over, we were all super hungry. Maybe because of the energy we expended while trying to “price” the fee.

To my disappointment, the food was nothing to write home about. Annoyingly, each plate cost us five hundred naira. Right then, I knew we made a terrible mistake of not bringing our own food with us.

Then, the climbing that almost killed me, began. We had a tour guide that took us through the whole climbing process, and
told us stories about the rock and its first inhabitants.

Honestly, at this point, my interest had evaporated. My temperature had begun to roast my neck chain (that choker some of us wear, that looks like we want to strangle ourselves to death…. Know it? ).

We climbed and climbed till I almost slipped and fell off the rock.

At that instant, I was too weak to be scared. I just thought I would die. But, God in his infinite mercies spared my life and took away my glasses instead (Yes! They fell off and hit rock bottom).

We took a cab, and left.
My sickness took a different turn, and the hospital welcomed me.

Am I ever going back to Olumo rock?

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