She is, After-all, Mine…

On a very short trip to Gombe, I caught up with an old friend. Though I never knew that I had a connection with her. As a kid, I always wondered why she had such a funny look. And those pods of fruit. Nothing would make me take that again…well, maybe not that extreme. But I did fall sick after trying out the seedlings inside the pod. They were small, white and had a velvety feel to them. It had a sour-sweet taste to it but melts in your mouth. It was nice but I don’t think I would be that adventurous anymore. Really because missing out in the fun in Yankari was not fun. But I digress.

I didn’t really understand that she fed and nourished me. She still does. Kukah soup made from the leaves has and will always be my best soup. it’s earthy taste and even the icky green look the soup has which sadly, turns a lot of people off it.
Anyway, the older I grew, the more she intrigued me. The way she looks, normally trees don’t look like that. I guess that is why she was christened the ‘Upside Down Tree’. Kinda fits because she does look like she was doing a hand-stand and totally forgot how to get back on her feet again.

Round and huge at the bottom that finally narrows up to scanty branches that I have always seen naked. I don’t think I have seen her in her glory, covered in leaves. I hear that she blossoms once in a really long time.

I got the chance to say hello. Majestic as ever, towering over other trees like an ancient elder of old. It was the reverence of meeting an old friend again but this time, with new found respect for this figure that has been in my life for so long. Many places call her the tree of life and I can see why. Every part of her provides shelter, nourishment, solace to all who seek her. From animals to humans, she is always there.

She knows I will go back one day to really give her the attention she wants from me. She is always waiting for me and I hope this time, she greets me with the biggest welcome of all…a long awaited blossom. She is after-all, my Baobab.

8 thoughts on “She is, After-all, Mine…

  1. Sometimes we forget to appreciate the nature around us, your piece is an awakening. your personification is a worthy appreciation…wonderful pics (scenery) by the way.

    1. Thanks John. I really love the tree. I just see character and wisdom. I sometimes wish they could speak and give me some ancient of days stories. It would be wonderful to hear human stories from the point of view

  2. excellent pictures, captivating piece, and an unusual subject, although very familiar to me, I am guilty of always having a stash of the white-stuff available – Garin Kukah. How so Nigerian; Green Miyan Kukah and White Garin Kukah

    1. Thank you. I finally realised it was that tree when I put two and two together and my respect started growing. I think it would be crime against nature and the country if any Baobab tree is cut without a really really good reason…which there isn’t.

  3. My good friend, so you visited your roots and came back with this sweet piece. Am sure Mother Nature is proud of you, God bless you, dear!
    Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN

  4. When I was reading the piece, I was seeing u in it and at the same tome feeling I was u. I like minyan ku ka n ga rin. Nice to hear that u were in gm. Waiting for an interesting piece next time may be on amdidic or amshaw.

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