From the airport to Bedwell street and Royal Watt market, the roads are tarred .The roads are neat and they glitter like gold.Dont ask me what i went there to do , we all know how the Calabar women or girls are: they are loving and great .....But i did not go there because of this.

But something struck me in Calabar and that is their love for arts and crafts.While strolling along the streets you will see ''beautiful girls'' but cannot talk and immobile, you will see ''legs'' , and the tallest flag in Nigeria and in Africa.You will also see the prison brickwall left there for everybody to see, and this was where the late Chief Obafemi Awolowo was kept when he was accused of plotting to overthow the governmnent in the 60s.

You will again see the sorrowful river where our children, brothers and sisters were ferried away to the Carribean Island, Europe and other places where they worked in their cocoa, coffee plantations.May God forgive the white men.