Nkporo is a village with a small population in the country of Nigeria = is located in West Africa.Cities, towns and places near Nkporo include Ndagbo Nkporo, Ndenko, Ndi Elu Nkporo and Elughu Nkporo.The closest major cities include Ugep, Umuahia, Ikot Ekpene and Enugu.

 

When you contemplate retirement, consider the place where the sun never stops shining and the welcoming smiles are priceless!

In Nkporo Nigeria, there is so much that makes the heart nostalgic. There is a small village inlet called Ndenko. It is here that you will find is a small spring called Ngele. The Ngele is the life giving water for the animals on their way to their worldly capers. It is home to the horned toad who croaks for a mate at night. It is where the cattle roamers pause with their grazing cattle as they move from village to village.

Ndenko is a peaceful little alternate universe with all its palm trees, farmland, Annuebes (Spiritual birds) singing atop the tall Nkwu trees, lush mangroves of Cashew trees and Mango trees with low hanging branches in unspoken majestic curtsey created by the burden of ripened mangoes that taunt passersby with their bright yellow hue. It is a place where the centipede is as large as a small garter snake and the wild blade grass grows above your head.

Life here is slow moving and sometimes almost like in slow motion. The sunny days move at a snail's pace to herald the reluctant sundown and the sleepy full moon. The smoke escaping through the roof tops of earth homes (mud homes) carry with them whiffs of the spicy smell of Pepper Soup, Ofo Oko(Water Leaf Soup), Coconut Rice or stewed fish mothers prepare for their hungry brood. The smell of boiled palm kennels harvested for palm oil gives a pleasant assault on the nostrils of all so privileged to smell.

So many sights and sounds titillate basic human instincts to smile. A woman returns from the farm with a baby strapped on her back and carrying food items harvested from her farm...yams, cassava and vegetables for the evening meal. The baby bops up and down on her back as she sashays to the sound of her footsteps. The elderly Chief in his regal attire runs into the bushes to avoid the oncoming lorry bursting at the seams with its load of human cargo. Children run out of their homes to wave to the passengers. The dehydrated dog pants toward a row of earth homes. The childish laughter of children splashing in the stream as their mothers play water music with their cupped hands can be heard in the distance. Elderly women sit under the shade tree weaving baskets while the men sit on wooden chairs drinking palm wine and discussing the affairs of the community. A group of masquerades make their way hastily toward the village square in celebration of Eke day.

Maybe Nkporo lacks all the trappings of the civilized world...air pollution, traffic noise, sounds of gunshots that ring out to take a life or two and police brutality. We do not mind  some of that "primitive" life right now. Sigh,we digress!