Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Ride with Jet - Nigeria Chapter 3

We thank God for another blessed day. What will I be doing in Naija in My hotel room when all folks have gone to work?. Nothing .off course absolutely nothing.

Then let me call Kelz Mama to assist me with directions to hit Calabar return trip which in all will be a 462km journey. Calabar which is the capital town of Cross River States is a port city in the southern Nigeria near Cameroonian border. I had wanted to feel close to Cameroon. In fact if I had visa I would have entered Cameroon and return.

This is how far the passion and culture of riding on 2wheels has brought us.
Geared up & Started bike waiting for Kelz to see me off to the main road. So she said take care, ride safe and come back safe & Sound.

Proceed on this road till you hit a *"T - junction"* Don't go left nor right. Do a *"U - turn"* as if you heading back to Port Harcourt and take your first immediate right. That road will take you to UYO and is got lots of curves so be extremely careful in that area. That was the direction Kelly gave me.
In my mind...I was happy when I heard lots of curves. Jumbo Jet needed to enjoy some curves too. All through its been straight roads and I know it wasn't helping the soul.

Sweet roads across Port Harcourt township to Eket / Ikot Abasi was murdered near a 1hour ride.
Following the exact direction given, I did the U turn and to my immediate right. Wowww...I was on the Uyo road entering Akwa-Ibom state. Curves were marvelous and at careful blazing speed of 180km - 220km depending on how long the curves were, the Honda power of walking through the contoured lines was super. *"Don't get me wrong - I was feeling like Marc Marquez"* πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚
I rolled hard through unfamiliar terrain and I was hitting the apex because it was a return trip. No time to waste until I got to a town where you will be amazed how people stared at you wondering who is he?...where is he coming from?...where is he going?...What does he want?
There was just one answer to all The questions on their minds.


Far away from home, I quickly took a selfie on a major directional sign post that read .... ahead ( Calabar 122km, Uyo 33km To the left (Azumini 32km, Aba 36km) and to the right (Ikot Uno Etinan 39km)At this point i was like *"travel and See"* it feels so good and interesting seeing places you have heard of several times in real.

Well! can't waste all the time on pictures....I was back on the road and 33km on, I was in Uyo. It was in Uyo that I was having bike orgasm. Nigerian man will say *"Oboy if you see road herh 😍 😍 😍"* I felt I was riding on the straight version of the Sepang circuit in Malaysia with Valentino Rossi and the likes.

Pulled one or two wheelies as roads were inviting and off we rolled. Finally good roads came to an end when I crossed the Uyo township and now heading into Calabar. Uneven patched road...onduline roofing sheet stylish road...pot holes...chipped of edges where i dropped my bike for the first time.

*What happened?*

Fuel light on. I was scared of shorting fuel but Still blazing and looking around for a fuel/gas station. Finally found an attempt to turn around and go get front wheel slipped of from the road of rough edges and bammm..I dropped the bike. Picked it up quickly with some spillover of coolant. Bike was fine and i had ridden back to the station to top up for fuel.
Mushrooms or crash sliders did the job. Will that deter me from proceeding on my journey? If you know me, then you know the answer is No.

I continued, then I got to a very narrow road and looks like it was the only road to take you into Calabar town. Blocked with oil tankers, heavy duty trucks, constructio vehicles and the likes, there was no space for bikers and small vehicles. Road completely blocked with stand still traffic. Will I be waiting for traffic to clear or I better find alternative route? The Okada riders detected a path through the bush on the side of the blocked road Remember it was a return trip I was doing. Can't fall for traffic. Vroom vroom vroom, piii, pipiii, piiiiiiiii with the horn I sailed through and finally I saw Calabar signage... It was a relief... i made it again...Calabar bound. In fact I could even see Cameroon and I even saw Samuel Eto'o waving at me from Cameroonian border.  πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚What are you thinking?... Where you there?

Next was to take cool memorable pictures. So Queen (Utibe Abasi Nkanga) advised to take one at *CALABAR CALABAR* round-about & try visit TINAPA RESORT before I bounced back. It was at TINAPA I realised "D King" Osa Cookey had been calling me to take me out for lunch or dinner.
We settled for dinner after I returned his call and said when I get back.
Saw the big *"CROSS RIVER STATE"* sign..parked and had a selfie. Continued to the other areas and did my photography course as well. Even took selfie near the Calabar Hospital. Owwww where are my bikers from Calabar??? Can't step in town without touching base. Ring ring Aisha aka Flygirl.

Hello Jet from the other side of the phone.  Me: I am in your town, where are you?  Aisha: Owww sorry Jet, I am on my way to Benin City for BT. Me: No wahala. Just courtesy call. Bye....cheers Rehydration time. Water and Coca Cola on my table. Ready to leave back to Portharcourt.  Dropped Oga No shaking a WhatsApp message earlier bit no reply.(A Calabar base elderly and most respected biker) just when I was about to leave Calabar.....Phone: Tick tok reply just came in. Jet where are you....chitchat chitchat we agreed to meet at the NORTHWEST FILLING STATION - A big station one can't miss. Geared up and 1st, 2nd gear I was there waiting for my elder.

Elder Oga No shaking who was travelling to the village then in a Mugu-way (Car)with family had made time to say hello to me. He doesn't owe me this. *Bikers are awesome again and again*
We hailed.... hugged... shook hands and took a selfie with his son - a biker as well from very younger age. Oga No-shaking extended his hands into his car and gave me huge sums of Naira to buy fuel. I was ashame but I collected it oooo. Don't collect it and you will realise your mumu don do.  πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚
Thank you and Bye to each other were the last words.

If going was not a big issue then coming was not as well apart from rain on my return. Before the rains i heard we have our Tigress known as Ini in Uyo. Reverend Father Ime Peters who i have met once is also in Uyo. So nice to drop them a message for them to know I was in their town. A few calls to Ini but no responds. Had no time to waste still a return trip so had to blazed away megasonically.
Fuelling up to proceed, Ini's call came through.....Owwww Jet sorry I was In the bank.  
Jet: Only if I knew, I would have waited to collect some of that money From Ini aka Tigress. πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ But the overblazing speed of Jet had already sent me out of Uyo and near Akwa Ibom State University. Immediately after speaking to Ini...the rains came in.

Do I wait?
Do I proceed?

Me: I love rain rides. Let's go... I am not salt... πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚  Slowly slowly I got to a point where the rain had caused a minor flood with muddy rough road. This is it. I respect it when I see bad roads because it tells me life is not always smooth. But keep going until you cant go any longer is the key As I took pictures of fine roads...I did same for bad roads too. JumboJet was angry she was dirty but I didn't mind her. Roll....Rolled....Rolling.... then Portharcourt bound.  It was on my way back I took my most favourite picture in the middle of the road with the symmetrical positioning of the bike to see an open road.

                                                                                               A picture that speaks a million words.....

Got lost again in Porthrcourt trying to locate my hotel but Kelz Mama came to my rescue. So though I got to town around 6pm...I later got to my hotel room around 9pm because I missed road and my motorbike wouldn't start because I left double traffic indicators on whilst engine was off trying to get direction and it weakened the battery. An unknown mechanic came to my aid. Couldn't make up my dinner appointment with "D-King". Sorry Sir. I failed you. Will make it up next time.

Another successful day ended with Nigerian fufu and periwinkle snail native soup(Ghana-Kissing  😍 😍 😍
Chapter 4 following........
The BT journey on Friday 24th Nov to Benin City.
Oga No shaking
Kelz Mama 😍 😍 😍
John Wilson
Ini Tigress
Ime Peters
Osa Cookey
John Wilson
All hardridaz
All fans
Unknown mechanic around Rumuola bridge. 😍 😍
Jet says thank you.

Monday, December 18, 2017

Ride with Jet - Nigeria Chapter 2

Portharcourt is the location. Was directed to meet at IjebuOde and my contact Derry will be there waiting for me to captain me to Portharcourt. What a lucky soul I was. Good news. Had a friend going to Portharcourt by commercial bus, so I released my luggage to him and I was travelling light. All I had was my back pack. Offcourse needed that on me first class as I had my first aid kit and my tools in it.

Another senior biker who plies Portharcourt and Lagos as often as moving from Labake to GRA was Namjiggy who was also leaving lagos to Portharcourt but he was leaving on Wednesday and I didnt want to stay another day in Lagos (budget monitoring)

I set off from CMD road following the direction I was giving to Ijebu Ode. Fuel light flashed in somewhere in the middle of the road, so had to stop by to top up. FOR THE GHANAIANS CAN YOU BELIEVE IT COST ME LESS THAN 2,000 NAIRA TO FILL MY TANK. THAT IS EQUIVALENT TO GHC20.

Where as in Ghana it will cost me about Ghc65 - Ghc70 to fill my tank (6,500 - 7,000 Naira)
Let's continue...Naija is an oil rich country but surprisingly Lagos had the saddest and most shameful roads one could ever think of. Driving and riding in Nigeria needs extreme care to be taken or else one is at high risk of losing his or her life.

Tankers and truck driver don't give a damn about you on the road. Again it is how big you are. In fact I was pushed off my lane that I had to drop off the main road but I was already cautioned so I wasn't surprised. Trucks weave on the road to dodge potholes not thinking who is on their side or on the other lane.

Even if overtaking a truck, one must do it with absolute care and swift movement. No waste of time.
You also have to think for yourself, other drivers and other road users. In fact Lagos riders are extremely good alive and still riding. They are really at risk all day. Already heard a lot of hits on the 3rd mainland bridge. The driving experience I had on this bridge says it all. Sorry Lagos bikers but you know your terrains and style better. Keep safe.

I blew past my turning area and headed Ibadan. Owwww Jet have missed your road that was what my Google map was telling me as I decided to stop after It feels like I have ridden enough to see this famous Shagamu overpass. May be Dr. David Prescott's "babalawo" was inviting me to Ibadan so he can cure my social media craze...Lol  πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚.
Sorry Doc. Not this time.

Wondering how I got Data....Blow again left me with his AIRTEL and Spare phone fully loaded and agreed to pick it up when we meet at Benin City for the BT.  😍 😍 😍
That's what I call a brother. Real meets Real.
*Blow .... Blow... Blowwwwwwwww.*

I should write another chapter titled *"Meet Blow"*
Google asked me to return and head back. I obliged and on my way decided to be sure if I was on track, asked a police man who panicked when I stopped near him. I could already feel fear in him but he gathered the courage and directed me.

Have you ever been directed by a typical Naija man?. He didn't miss the number of junctions on the way. His direction was so detailed that he was better of than Google maps but ended up confusing me for over-direction..Lol. πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ I thanked him and headed back to Shagamu overpass.
He insisted that the 3rd overpass is Shagamu. Now see me on my bike like a class 1 school boy...counting every overpass i see.

One (1).......Two (2).....and Three (3). This is Shagamu no doubt.
All this while I was already feeling for Derry as our meeting time was supposed to be 6am and I was still on the road and it was 7am.
Blow again managed to reach me and communicated to Derry about my where about just to calm and assure him I was on my way.
Then with some acceleration I got to the IjebuOde...our rendezvous point and Derry was already waiting patiently. No time to waste we got fuel. And he advised that I remove my number plate so as not to attract so much questions because in Nigeria you can ride your bike without bike registration and no one will bother you. Ghana?, No. You will be the feeding system of a policeman's entire family when caught riding an unregistered bike.

My best part and in Derry's voice *"Jet we aren't stopping for any check point unless necessary, if I move ... you move just like that"*. I started wondering if Derry relates Ludacris. Alright ... Yes Sir was my response. 1st gear down...5 up...we were on the road after bypassing the neutral gear. It was a mixed feeling ride as roads were bad from Ijebu Ode all through to Ore.Stopped to get fuel and to re-hydrate...cleaned visors and continued. Derry an experience rider wasn't feeling a good balance of his back rim so stopped to adjust the setting and "voilaaaa". Settings were wrong initially.

After the felt better.
Ore had sweet roads and it made me miss my speed gurus of 299kmph squad. But how do I pass my Captain when I don't know road. Derry-aboard a 2015 Yamaha Tracer with max speed of 240kmph (I stand to be corrected). However Derry who is a good rider and with our constant speed of 220km we soon arrived at the most mentioned area in Nigeria .... *"Warri"*. Ehhh is this warri?. Nice place.
With all I heard about Warri expectations were not met. Thought I was gonna see a bad area with scattered mess all over. But to my dismay was a beautiful place with first class road.

Plying these good roads were "Keke" (tricycles) painted Blue and White all over.
I couldn't pass through Warri without taking a picture. *My Road Marshall John Wilson will tell you...Pictures makes memories*

So i took some pictures I can show to my unborn kids  πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚ πŸ˜‚. *Kelz Mama note*
Before Warri at Benin bypass. Derry who failed to zip his jacket pocket well after plugging his phone to a power bank few minutes earlier lost his phone. We took sometime to search for it but we only got the damaged power bank. Sorry Derry.  πŸ˜” πŸ˜” πŸ˜” It was at this point of Warri road that I took permission from Derry to allow me Blaze at unlimited speed (borrowed words from my Ranger partner aka *Dragon King* Sofiyea Moses)to feel the performance power of the 2015 Honda CBR 1000rr Repsol edition...#JumboJet.

Permission granted. I was like Derry thanks  πŸ‘πŸ½ πŸ’ͺ🏾 πŸ‘ŒπŸ½ πŸ™ŒπŸΎ
I blazed till I got to 280km and my balls couldn't go further since I was still new to the roads. By the way the best part of my trip so far was Warri to Portharcourt road. The road was heaven on earth. With some sweet wheelies I enjoyed the ride to the max. A stuntman can never enjoy his ride without a stunt session blended in the ride.

With the high blazing, fuel consumption was high as well. So my fuel light came on. Tried signaling my Captain to get fuel but he couldn't see as his concentration at that speed was needed more ahead than behind. I pulled over to get fuel with the intention that my Captain will stop and wait if he doesn't see me behind.

Shortly after buying fuel and again 2,000naira (ghc20) to fill my tank, I was back on the road. There I saw my captain riding back to see what was wrong with me  😍 😍 😍 Wowwww... senior Captain cares. Informed him everything was fine. Just got fuel...he quickly cautioned me to be mindful of where I buy fuel and that some places have very bad mixed up fuel. In my thoughts I was wondering why a country rich with oil will be having some fuel disbursing outlets selling bad fuel. But well question for the gods. Innit?

Back on the road, we rode hard and few minutes after we got to Bayelsa where we had a pit stop. Cold water into the body....Cold water onto the body to cool off. Rested a bit and Google again. said we have less than 35km to hit Portharcourt.  Next we were in Portharcourt town . With some traffic, we weaved through like pro-bikers in the heat of the sun to finally docked at Ride Safe - GRA near the Polo Club. Owwww it was one of the greatest bikers I have ever known called Osa Cookey aka D' King's palace.

Couldn't wait to see him and say hello. He was having his lunch. Walked to him as courtesy demands to say hello.  I was invited to his lunch but I had already made arrangements at Labake - a hangout pub for hardridaz belonging to their President Okiki Olubobokun aka Heavies. Spent few minutes with the Boss (D' King). Guess who i met here... We call him Aboki Jepro (funny guy). He made me feel at home merhnnnn. Derry assisted me to Labake. My final destination. Helmet off....balaclava off...gloves off...jackets and spine protector's was all glory to God. I made it.

Portharcourt bound. Over 1100km journey achieved successfully. No qualms. Settled with a local Nigerian meal Eba and Okro soup but no coke. Sprite was the alternative. I enjoyed the meal as I wasn't petty with food.

The fun increased as the night drew nearer and hardridaz came in their numbers to welcome me. What a lovely moment when I finally met the lady I dream about always Kelly Jumbo. Is she the reason I came to Nigeria or she is just my soul mate.? I leave this for another day. We sat all round a table of men throughout the night with about 10 to 15 hardridaz. Some came and left. Lukeman my main man was around. Amara aka Specie and co were all around. What a happy time to share with hardridaz. Can't explain the excitement and happiness. I felt like a star. Portharcourt riders are awesome.

Amorosa a WhatsApp group friend for years showed up as well and gave me that warm welcoming hug  😍 Kelz Mama had already done my reservation at the Swiss Spirits Hotel in Portharcourt.  😍 😍 😍 Had a one on one with the President of hardridaz and the entire plan of leaving on 26th to Ghana after BT changed. Now I was supposed to stay for another 1 week as my favourite MC hardridaz MC were celebrating their 10years anniversary. How can I miss this? The President threw in an offer to accommodate me for the entire week on his account.

Engr Sam. A hardrida and a club member in Ghana from Hotwheels MC offered to take care of all my food and beverage cost for the period. How else can i thank this men of honour. Why wont i feel like i star. It was just an experience I never expected. Good men everywhere around me.
Thank you Mr. President of Hardridaz and your entire crew Thank you Engr Sam. All this while I was missing some one so dear to me whom I hadn't seen yet. They call him the Dragon King. He is the Game Changer and you can call him Ranger but Sofiyea Moses is the real name.

I borrow his words all day. He is the lyrical content messiah. He had just arrived from the USA and yet to fly into Portharcourt from Lagos. He had organised a mini party tagged *Frenzy mode activated with Jet*on his arrival. 7pm sharp following day. Mr. Austin Onwubiko and his friend biker from Owerri from Ondo state about 1 hour ride maximum were around Labake to say hi to Mr. Jet. Wowwwwwww. what have I done to deserve all this attention.

Met Mr. Austin another passionate biker in Accra in Alisa hotel years back. I guess the good deeds of yesterday was already paying off. Thank you is all I can say.

The next day was Bole & Fish parole (Roasted ripe plantain and fish stew. There was sweet potatoes as well)...... 😜 😜 😜 😜 😜 with Amara, King D, Kelz Mama and Guvnor. Lovely people. Then Port Harcourt welcomed me with good showers of blessings(good rains) that nearly affected our Bole & Fish plans but as determined as we were. We were not going anywhere without BF. And finally the showers were over and the BF was on.

Same night at Dragon King's residence. was an all blazing night with creams...drinks....and meat with good music. We had mad fun and we took beautiful selfies. Uncke Charlie was there...and my all time pal Akpos aka Scorpion King was present.I was happy because my Kelz Mama showed up too. The only biker lady who makes me feel complete. A short night of fun and merry making.

Thank you Sofiyea Moses. You are the man. πŸ‘πŸΎ πŸ‘πŸΎ πŸ‘πŸΎ
Had to leave early to spend time with Austin and his colleague from Heartlanders in Owerri. We spent some time together and apologized for keeping them waiting.


Derry (good captainship)
Kelly Jumbo Kelzmama (for taking care of all my logistics and the treats)
Okiki Heavies(for the Accommodation offer)
Engr Sam (for taking care of my food and beverage)
Lukeman (brotherly love)
Akpos SK (brotherly love)
Namjiggy (brotherly love)
Sofiyea Moses DK (superlative blazing in Frenzy mode)
Osa Cookey (brotherly love)
Jepro (Brotherly love)
All Hardridaz (too much. Chop knuckle guys ) πŸ‘ŠπŸΎ πŸ‘ŠπŸΎ πŸ‘ŠπŸΎ
Oga Lateeph (wonderful person)
Allan (brotherly love - He wanted my bike badly)
Ahmed (blood brother)
Austin & his friend (brotherly love)
RJ (nice personality)
Back in Ghana.
Eloise Rodier, John Wilson Fiifi Hayden, Murray-Bruce Fitzgerald Lisa, Hot wheels Ghana MC family, and everybody who checked up on me.
Fans I wont forget for keeping me to the challenge.
Chapter 3 was the Calabar ride......keep reading.