It is popularly called “omi modano and even though I have had that name millions of times, I never knew much about it until the just concluded Akesan Day.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to find out what this water really was.
I set out in the day to make enquiries, and a woman at the Ọbu alę market showed the place to me. Boldly, yet with a hint of fear and curiosity, I walked there with a few friends. Alas, it was not a stream, not a flowing water but a well [Kọnga].
I met with the baba in charge of supervising and managing the well that has become a traditional water source.
He spoke about the origin, the development, the myth behind the water, and the belief of our people.
When he got to know that I was from the town, he alleged that I must have drunk the water when I was younger because of the strong belief of our parents.
One of the very surprising aspects of the findings was that here was a place I passed through regularly, and ignorance never made me discover it. Or, could it be that I knew it when I was younger but forgot over time?
The summary of this is that some of these little historical things are what other Western countries modernise and turn into tourist destinations.
Who says we can not do so?
To others like me who intend to know more about their environment, you can add this to it..
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