Koya, A village on the hills Across my house
On sunday 22nd April, Mr.X invited me to his church. It was on the hills west of where I live in calaba town koya town. Koya town is beautiful unspoiled nature. Though its in the capital, it has the serenity of a virgin village. Palmwine is seveved in mayonnaise bottles. It is the perfect village scenery for a busy city dweller to go unwind after a long weekend!
The service begun with Hymn 593 – “What a friend we have in Jesus”. I felt touched beyond joy. I was humbled among these people that I hardly knew. All curious and smiling at me. Indeed, I had not been in a Church since my fathers burial service in September and before that, my friend Victor Mensah’s wedding in December 2010! So this service was special to me. I guess, I needed some spirituality in a land I have adopted as home!
The people are hardworking, loving, smilling and continuosly looking to give you a hand. From what I see, they are poor people material wise, but very rich as humans. People shared and willing to share the very little they had. Some random man bought me a bottle of soft drink and a packet of biscuit.
This guesture reminded me of how in Ghana, our “big men” aka the politicians, visit villages in big 4x4s and leave bearing gifts in the form of goats, sheep, chickens, cassava, etc that could feed their families for months, yet go back to their offices and jobs to still screw these people over! No wonder they die miserable and sometimes sudend deaths. For it is not the curses of the vulnerable but the silent daily suffering, the silent cries of the masses that banish them to their graves.
So back to Koya town, the beautiful village on the western part of Calaba town. Koya town over looks the natural bays of the coastal lines of freetown. Looking down the streets and the traffic, one is insulated from the continuous honking and dangerous driving and riding on the streets. Its a heaven. I fantasised buying a plot and building a nest of a house on the hills. Surrounded by trees-mango, guava, banana, pear, etc. Dig a well that I can used to create a maze of fountains and make the gardens available to the local kids to play. Like many cities, towns and villages in West Africa, there are no designated play grounds. Children play in the streets with stones, empty cans, bottles, and socks stuffed with plastics as toys! Socks stuffed with plastics was part of my childhood. We called it socks ball! Indeed, some of the delight we see in European leagues are products of socks-ball graduates. I hope that many of these young people will see professional football, not in Europe but right here in West Africa, in there countries! We can not wait any long, neither do we have excuse to wait! We NEED to ORGANISE! Sadly, organising is a huge African weakness. Nothing is ever organised here. Not in Ghana, Nigeria and certainly not in Sierra Leone.
Koya is my view each morning and evening. I seat on the balcony of the volunteer house and drink a cup of tea before leaving for work or to chill after a hard days work. Having visited Koya town, I appreciate more the view that presents itself during sunset and when the sun casts shadows when it raises from the east.
This morning particularly, I yearn for the solitude of those hills to strain to get up there and just rest my back on a mango tree or even clim up one and let the world slip by.
With this beauty and peace that nature bestowed this county, even as I write and reminiscent that last Sunday, I struggle to understand what evil got this fun loving, smiling people to fight a ten year civil war and specialise in cutting the limbs of civilains. I wonder…but I aim not to judge, fate and destiny will conspire to bring justice to the invinsible humans that executed the ten year suffering of a people and turning back the hands of time by up to 3-dacades on a country that was the beston of education in West Africa.
Fate…and destiny..two words I absolutely believe in!