Tiye, My Makeshift Home

The cold air from the ocean which is a stone throw from the bush makes it easy really. You could spend hours talking to the surrounding grasses

The few days I have spent at Tiye has been so far thrilling. It didn’t at first seem so when one morning I received a letter confirming my transfer to the freezone. The thing about life is that it’s not always fair. Stopping halfway is not an option too.

The cold breeze from the sea makes life beautiful the more in the small community of mostly migrants from the mainland, and some foreign nationals from Togo, Gabon,Ghana, India and China. 

The other side of life here is the part where you have to figure out how to answer when nature calls in the middle of the night. At Tiye it appears to be a tradition to run into the bush when one needs to use the toilet. The cold air from the ocean which is a stone throw from the bush makes it easy really. You could spend hours talking to the surrounding grasses. Some naughty locals take this routine to the shores. When I asked why one said it’s an ageless custom there. Moreover one cannot deny the comfort you can enjoy easing off very close to the currents; the wet sand. I was tempted once to try but my respect for nature dissuaded me from doing so.