When I alighted from Arik aircraft at the Kotoka International Airport in Accra, I walked through the arrival point, passed the immigration and other checks and was cleared to pass. I walked straight to a waiting cab, told the driver my intended destination, we haggled the price in US Dollars, then agreed on a figure, and we did the conversion in Ghanaian Ceddi and Nigerian Naira.
The cab man opened the boot of his car, kept my luggage, opened the rear door where car owners/VIP usually sit, I declined and offered to sit in the front at least to have an uninterrupted view of the sight and sound of the city which was a former British colony like my country. He opened the front door, and then I entered. As I was setting up my safety belt, he entered and sat on the driver seat, turned on the ignition, the air-conditioner wound up the side glasses and welcomed me in English language with a strong Ghanian assent which sounds like the English.
Off we go, as he pushed the gear lever to “D”. I did not notice how he knew that I am a Nigerian. All I saw was his finger on the play button of the car radio, and behold music began to play. All the songs played as we journeyed from the airport to my hotel room were the songs done by Nigerian musicians, from TuFace, D’Banj, and a whole lot of other artistes. I felt at home, off course they are Nigerian songs. The cab man drived slowly, while obeying all traffic signs.
Suddenly, there was an uneasy calm between us; I noticed that he was struggling to say something. I ignored him, but wondering what he wanted to say that was heavy on his lips. We continued, and then he summoned the courage to ask, “are you from Enugu?” I smiled and answered in excitement, “Yes, I am.” I thought that he had been to Enugu, my place and wanted to share his exciting experience like others who had visited my place, but I was wrong. I asked him, “have you been to Enugu”, he answered, “no, I can’t wait to go there. Even my friends want to go there too.”
It was at this point that my curiosity heightened, why these Ghanians would want to visit Enugu. Out of fascination, he told me that their interest in Enugu was aroused by Harry Song’s album titled “Reggae Blues, Orezi made reference to Enugu girls sexual appetite saying, “Enugu girls them like to do.” As he was explaining their interest to me further, he selected the said track from his disc playing. He began to dance noisily while he was driving. Obviously, the song drives him crazy. He told that he is putting money together to come to Enugu to have a taste of Enugu girls. He has never seen anyone from Enugu, so seeing me made him happier and more resolved to visit Enugu.
The cab man asked again, Is it really true that “Enugu girls them like to do?” For a minute, I did not know what to answer. If I answer yes, it will earn Nigeria more revenue from tourists, if I answer no, Nigeria might lose. My thoughts went back and forth; I remembered that I neither have an Enugu wife, girlfriend nor sister. Then I chose to be evasive, I replied him, “when you come to Nigeria, you will find out by yourself.” I was fortunate that we got to my hotel earlier than I had thought, as I was not prepared to answer more of such awkward questions from him. Imagine if he asked, “do Enugu men like to do?” While I was thinking about that, the hotel attendant walked up to the cab, took my luggage, then I paid the cab driver who is fan of Enugu girls and rushed into the hotel reception thinking that the episode was over.
It was far from over. Four days after when I was departing Accra for Abuja, I met yet another scenario at the airport in Accra. This time, it was not a cab driver, it was a Ghanian Immigration official. He was to stamp my passport. At some point, he smiled, jokingly he said “Oh, you are from Enugu. If you have an unmarried sister, I would like to be your in-law.” I smiled, though not deep inside my heart, and thanked him for the compliments. Unfortunately for him, I do not have a sister, even if I have one; I am not willing to offer her as object of tourism to these sex-loving Ghanaian men.
As he stamped my passport, he began to sing “Enugu girls them like to do.” I bade him farewell, and he responded, see you when I come over.
Well, I do not know if the song writer marketed or de-marketed our Enugu girls, all I know is that the demand for Enugu girls has increased internationally.