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francescainnoce:
Ifite.... but that’s my maternal
My paternal home is Amansea

OK. I am from ifite.

Dominatrix:
Those words written on the rocks, what language is that?

Names of people. Visitors inscribe their names on the rock.

Well-done, bro. I really enjoyed your presentation. I am from Umudioka, just a neighbouring town to Ogbunike. The Kisa River (not Nkissa) flows through my town as well. But I noticed you took a long route to Ogbunike cave. The next time you visit, just stop at Afor Igwe market in Umudioka and board a bike to Ogbunike cave. It's a much faster route.

Ogbunike cave is fascinating and fearful at the same time.

Your thoughts of a cool tourist center were same as mine when I visited years back.

You guys weren't made to drink the water at the mouth of the cave before entering?

I've not been more scared in my life, the way I was while descending the 364steps that led to the cave

Nice. I've seen where next to go after the pandemic.

OBALORLA:
We walked forward, still protesting the locked gates when a white minivan parked right beside us. The driver probably knew we were destined for Awka. Since he guessed right, there wasn’t any need to overthink the decision so we hopped in.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/IMG_4940-768x512.jpg

We walked forward, still protesting the locked gates when a white minivan parked right beside us. The driver probably knew we were destined for Awka. Since he guessed right, there wasn’t any need to overthink the decision so we hopped in.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/VID_20190810_144823_Moment.jpg
Just before the bus picked us

N200 was what each of us paid for the fare to Ogbunike junction where we met about a dozen bike riders waiting impatiently to take passengers to Ogunike cave. Looking at how the bikers almost knocked themselves over to win our love, I could tell that the day probably had been plagued with low patronage.

We finally chose 2 of them without any tangible criteria aside from the fact that they were at the front. Both bikers kicked their bikes to life at the same time like synchronized swimmers. We negotiated the fare while on transit. Each rider would get N150 each.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/VID_20190810_151846_Moment.jpg
[img]The chosen 2[/img]

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/VID_20190810_164809_Moment.jpg
On transit

The road which led to Obunike was as smoother than the highway to hell. It reminded me about the one I traveled on while going to Arinta waterfall. It was more fun as both bikes overtook themselves intermittently. I pretended I wasn’t enjoying the drama but it was damn fun until we got off the rated road to a very large body of forest. “This can’t be Ogbunike.” I tried convincing myself while our rider halted the bike somewhere around the middle of the forest.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/road-to-ogbunike.jpg
Highway to grace

The only attributes which gave Obunike away as a tourist destination was the signpost bearing the rules and regulations about the cave. Nothing more. But I kept my cool as our rider motioned us to follow him towards the centre of an open field within the forest.

The Management Team
A small tree with broad branches served as the office. Tree men sat on a bench under the tree with straight faces as we walked closer to them. One of them with a big belly looked permanently angry. One would think he’s witnessed too many awful things in his lifetime. Clasped in his right hand was a bottle of big stout which had a fly perching on the tip but he cared less. The two other guys were the tour guides.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/jump.jpg
Behind Bukola are the members of the management team at Ogbunike

We greeted and asked how much it’d cost to access the Ogbunike and they made us understand it is N1,000 each. I was down on cash, so I asked if we could pay with our card but the look they gave me was enough proof that my question was like a taboo. “Una no fit use card o.” said the guy on the left. “Unless una go transfer the money make I go help una collect am for the bank for town. But una go add N500 for bike”.

We didn’t have a choice, so I transferred N10, 500 so he can withdraw N10,000, take N5,000 for our entrance fee and give me a balance of N5,000 so I can go home with some cash.

He zoomed off as soon as his phone beeped.

The guy by the right motioned us to follow him and we obeyed, lined up in a straight file behind him as thought we were going to be used for rituals. He looked fearless as he tore through the narrow pathway into the denser part of the forest. Things began getting scary as the forest enveloped us, making it impossible to see the clouds.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/sqaud-768x512.jpg
The final pose before entering the forest


I’ve not seen so many people inside a forest before. Most of them were students who have come for an excursion. They all were looking really excited about the entire experience and they posed in their respective underwear as they thronged towards the nearby river. It was a sight to behold as we descended the concrete staircase that led downwards the cave’s entrance.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/stair-768x512.jpg
Staircase leading downwards towards the Ogbunike cave


Venturing Inside Ogbunike Cave
Now we are going to enter the cave now. But you need to off your shoe there.” our guide said, pointing to a spot where we saw at least 100 pairs of footwears scattered on the swampy floor. We chose a free section of the spot to store our shoes to avoid hurting stories. I mean, I can’t imagine returning all the way to Anambra barefooted. Even a Celestial Christian won’t do such.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/entrance.jpg
The belly of Ogbunike

In no time, our guide moved close to the huge body of rock while I kept wondering where the cave’s entrance was. “Or are we going into the rock through an invincible door?” I was still looking for an answer when he pointed to a very tiny hole by the base of the rock.

“Na here we go enter.” I was astounded but I did well in masking my shock. ‘This hole is just big enough to accommodate a crouching average-sized human!” I protested to myself. And before I could drop my placard, our guide had disappeared into the rock through the hole. Bukola, Victoria, and Tope followed him as though it was planned. I was left alone with John Bosco. And as I tried asking if he was scared too, he switched on his phone’s torchlight, crouched and disappeared after them without looking at me.

Ha!

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/28140F38-A463-428E-9F0D-F04174CA60DE-1024x768-768x576.jpeg
Imagine how small the hole looks like. Source: diusorodiakosa.com

It was one of the scariest things I’ve done since I started traveling. For the lack of a better context, it was a 5 minute-journey that looked like 5 days filled with more horrific moments that I saw in Igodo– a 1999 Nollywood flick produced by Pedro Obaseki. My adrenaline rushed faster than it did when I went alone to Kwara in search of Owu falls. My legs were shaky and sweaty (even though the cave was f*cking cold), the water from the stream flowed rapidly as it swept the sand beneath my feet in the process. Making the entire thing more creepy. I had lost my voice already as I took an average of 1 step every 5 seconds.

Then, when I thought I’ve seen it all, they started rushing towards us in droves. I’ve never come close to so many bats and flying insects at once in my entire life. I didn’t know where I gathered the strength to scream that much. But that didn’t stop the entire colony of bats from having their way. Our guide made us understand that the bats were harmless, but that did little in calming any of us.

Halfway into the tunnel, we contemplated turning back but we were already made to understand that it is a taboo to go out through the same entrance we came in through. So we continued advancing towards the exit.

Here’s a video recording of us in the tunnel.

The joy we wore on exiting through the other opening of the cave was indescribable. Our guide probably was enjoying our company because he immediately suggested we go see the flowing River Nkissa which was adjacent to the cave.

We had a swell time enjoying the views around the river. We also took turns in savouring the coolness of the stream by dipping our legs into it as we posed at different corners to take pictures.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/squad1-768x512.jpg
Posing for pictures by River Nkissa

Left for me, we could stay by this river all day if there was nothing like day and night but the cloud was already shutting her eyes, and that meant only one thing. We needed to return to our base in Onitsha.

There is no doubt that the Ogbunike caves have major tourist potential. I tried imagining how amazing the atmosphere would look like if the tunnels were carefully designed with colourful lighting, and the environment redesigned to have mini cabins where tourists and travelers can sleep over to catch a night view of this beautiful beast in the heart of Anambra.

Home came calling
Now tired and severely hungry, we retraced our steps back up to the land of the living. John Bosco pulled a call across to our bikers to come to pick us up, and in what took like 10 minutes, they arrived and we sat in the same order as we did earlier and rode on the same smooth road back to te express.

We bade John goodbye while we watched him join a waiting bus at the other side of the express road to Awka, shortly before a blue bus heading towards Onitsha stopped in front of us.

Back at Onitsha, the first thing we did was went in search of an ATM to fetch more money that we could spend on food and travel the next day.

Our plan On getting to our hotel was to eat our food and play some games but as the saying goes, Man can only propose. No one had any more energy for those games as we returned to our various rooms and slept carelessly till the next morning.

Now, would I want to go into that tunnel at Ogbunike cave again? Hell No!

But would I advise you to try it out? Absolutely yes! The adventure is crazy!

Source: https://nomadicnegro.com/ogbunike-cave/

jmoore:
Names of people. Visitors inscribe their names on the rock.

Oh Really, I couldn't make out one....

I heard someone say there was no oxygen...

Thanks for sharing your experience with us, you are such a daring young man. May God bless and protect you always.




Nice pictures and videos. Keep them coming!

OBALORLA:
We walked forward, still protesting the locked gates when a white minivan parked right beside us. The driver probably knew we were destined for Awka. Since he guessed right, there wasn’t any need to overthink the decision so we hopped in.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/IMG_4940-768x512.jpg

We walked forward, still protesting the locked gates when a white minivan parked right beside us. The driver probably knew we were destined for Awka. Since he guessed right, there wasn’t any need to overthink the decision so we hopped in.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/VID_20190810_144823_Moment.jpg
Just before the bus picked us

N200 was what each of us paid for the fare to Ogbunike junction where we met about a dozen bike riders waiting impatiently to take passengers to Ogunike cave. Looking at how the bikers almost knocked themselves over to win our love, I could tell that the day probably had been plagued with low patronage.

We finally chose 2 of them without any tangible criteria aside from the fact that they were at the front. Both bikers kicked their bikes to life at the same time like synchronized swimmers. We negotiated the fare while on transit. Each rider would get N150 each.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/VID_20190810_151846_Moment.jpg
[img]The chosen 2[/img]

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/VID_20190810_164809_Moment.jpg
On transit

The road which led to Obunike was as smoother than the highway to hell. It reminded me about the one I traveled on while going to Arinta waterfall. It was more fun as both bikes overtook themselves intermittently. I pretended I wasn’t enjoying the drama but it was damn fun until we got off the rated road to a very large body of forest. “This can’t be Ogbunike.” I tried convincing myself while our rider halted the bike somewhere around the middle of the forest.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/road-to-ogbunike.jpg
Highway to grace

The only attributes which gave Obunike away as a tourist destination was the signpost bearing the rules and regulations about the cave. Nothing more. But I kept my cool as our rider motioned us to follow him towards the centre of an open field within the forest.

The Management Team
A small tree with broad branches served as the office. Tree men sat on a bench under the tree with straight faces as we walked closer to them. One of them with a big belly looked permanently angry. One would think he’s witnessed too many awful things in his lifetime. Clasped in his right hand was a bottle of big stout which had a fly perching on the tip but he cared less. The two other guys were the tour guides.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/jump.jpg
Behind Bukola are the members of the management team at Ogbunike

We greeted and asked how much it’d cost to access the Ogbunike and they made us understand it is N1,000 each. I was down on cash, so I asked if we could pay with our card but the look they gave me was enough proof that my question was like a taboo. “Una no fit use card o.” said the guy on the left. “Unless una go transfer the money make I go help una collect am for the bank for town. But una go add N500 for bike”.

We didn’t have a choice, so I transferred N10, 500 so he can withdraw N10,000, take N5,000 for our entrance fee and give me a balance of N5,000 so I can go home with some cash.

He zoomed off as soon as his phone beeped.

The guy by the right motioned us to follow him and we obeyed, lined up in a straight file behind him as thought we were going to be used for rituals. He looked fearless as he tore through the narrow pathway into the denser part of the forest. Things began getting scary as the forest enveloped us, making it impossible to see the clouds.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/sqaud-768x512.jpg
The final pose before entering the forest


I’ve not seen so many people inside a forest before. Most of them were students who have come for an excursion. They all were looking really excited about the entire experience and they posed in their respective underwear as they thronged towards the nearby river. It was a sight to behold as we descended the concrete staircase that led downwards the cave’s entrance.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/stair-768x512.jpg
Staircase leading downwards towards the Ogbunike cave


Venturing Inside Ogbunike Cave
Now we are going to enter the cave now. But you need to off your shoe there.” our guide said, pointing to a spot where we saw at least 100 pairs of footwears scattered on the swampy floor. We chose a free section of the spot to store our shoes to avoid hurting stories. I mean, I can’t imagine returning all the way to Anambra barefooted. Even a Celestial Christian won’t do such.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/entrance.jpg
The belly of Ogbunike

In no time, our guide moved close to the huge body of rock while I kept wondering where the cave’s entrance was. “Or are we going into the rock through an invincible door?” I was still looking for an answer when he pointed to a very tiny hole by the base of the rock.

“Na here we go enter.” I was astounded but I did well in masking my shock. ‘This hole is just big enough to accommodate a crouching average-sized human!” I protested to myself. And before I could drop my placard, our guide had disappeared into the rock through the hole. Bukola, Victoria, and Tope followed him as though it was planned. I was left alone with John Bosco. And as I tried asking if he was scared too, he switched on his phone’s torchlight, crouched and disappeared after them without looking at me.

Ha!

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/28140F38-A463-428E-9F0D-F04174CA60DE-1024x768-768x576.jpeg
Imagine how small the hole looks like. Source: diusorodiakosa.com

It was one of the scariest things I’ve done since I started traveling. For the lack of a better context, it was a 5 minute-journey that looked like 5 days filled with more horrific moments that I saw in Igodo– a 1999 Nollywood flick produced by Pedro Obaseki. My adrenaline rushed faster than it did when I went alone to Kwara in search of Owu falls. My legs were shaky and sweaty (even though the cave was f*cking cold), the water from the stream flowed rapidly as it swept the sand beneath my feet in the process. Making the entire thing more creepy. I had lost my voice already as I took an average of 1 step every 5 seconds.

Then, when I thought I’ve seen it all, they started rushing towards us in droves. I’ve never come close to so many bats and flying insects at once in my entire life. I didn’t know where I gathered the strength to scream that much. But that didn’t stop the entire colony of bats from having their way. Our guide made us understand that the bats were harmless, but that did little in calming any of us.

Halfway into the tunnel, we contemplated turning back but we were already made to understand that it is a taboo to go out through the same entrance we came in through. So we continued advancing towards the exit.

Here’s a video recording of us in the tunnel.

The joy we wore on exiting through the other opening of the cave was indescribable. Our guide probably was enjoying our company because he immediately suggested we go see the flowing River Nkissa which was adjacent to the cave.

We had a swell time enjoying the views around the river. We also took turns in savouring the coolness of the stream by dipping our legs into it as we posed at different corners to take pictures.

https://nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/squad1-768x512.jpg
Posing for pictures by River Nkissa

Left for me, we could stay by this river all day if there was nothing like day and night but the cloud was already shutting her eyes, and that meant only one thing. We needed to return to our base in Onitsha.

There is no doubt that the Ogbunike caves have major tourist potential. I tried imagining how amazing the atmosphere would look like if the tunnels were carefully designed with colourful lighting, and the environment redesigned to have mini cabins where tourists and travelers can sleep over to catch a night view of this beautiful beast in the heart of Anambra.

Home came calling
Now tired and severely hungry, we retraced our steps back up to the land of the living. John Bosco pulled a call across to our bikers to come to pick us up, and in what took like 10 minutes, they arrived and we sat in the same order as we did earlier and rode on the same smooth road back to te express.

We bade John goodbye while we watched him join a waiting bus at the other side of the express road to Awka, shortly before a blue bus heading towards Onitsha stopped in front of us.

Back at Onitsha, the first thing we did was went in search of an ATM to fetch more money that we could spend on food and travel the next day.

Our plan On getting to our hotel was to eat our food and play some games but as the saying goes, Man can only propose. No one had any more energy for those games as we returned to our various rooms and slept carelessly till the next morning.

Now, would I want to go into that tunnel at Ogbunike cave again? Hell No!

But would I advise you to try it out? Absolutely yes! The adventure is crazy!

Source: https://nomadicnegro.com/ogbunike-cave/

Surprised that there are no crocs or gators in that river nearby.
Fantastic stories, though.

I was at ogbunike cave some years ago, our school went there for excursion and the experience wasn't funny at all.

jmoore:
OK. I am from ifite.

Oh nice �
Ónâ ádîñmà mmâdú ímâtá ñŵànéŷã

You get work

wow....visited this cave 2014

QuitNotice:
Can someone help me please? I wan die of hunger oo. Anything you can afford is fine. Op I'm sure you can help

0108972134
Gtb

Yet you have phone and data.

Hunger never dey touch you.

tojahh:
Yet you have phone and data.

Hunger never dey touch you.

Pray never to be in my condition, boss

Nice place

ADVENTURERS !!!
I enjoyed this article the same way I enjoy pounded yam and bitterleaf soup !
I'm from Anambra State and I have been meaning to visit this tourist attraction for years but one thing or another always interferees with my plans.

I will make it a point of duty to visit this year.

Imagine that Nkissa River passes through my town , I never knew that it also runs through ogbunike .

The things we don't Know are much more than the things we know.
In the old days these were the kind of things that used to make NL so much fun.
Before the kids came along with tribalistic stupidity , and spoilt the joy .


Extremely educative thread.

This is the kind of topic that should be on FP but DUMB NL mods will prefer snake stories and yeyebrity crap.


Weldone .










Meanwhile are you part of a tourist traveling group? Because the way mentioned Owu waterfalls made me ask

Thanks for the kind words, KingRabota
To your question, yes, I am a travel bloger and adventurer.

KingRabota:
ADVENTURERS !!!
I enjoyed this article the same way I enjoy pounded yam and bitterleaf soup !
I'm from Anambra State and I have been meaning to visit this tourist attraction for years but one thing or another always interferees with my plans.

I will make it a point of duty to visit this year.

Imagine that Nkissa River passes through my town , I never knew that it also runs through ogbunike .

The things we don't Know are much more than the things we know.
In the old days these were the kind of things that used to make NL so much fun.
Before the kids came along with tribalistic stupidity , and spoilt the joy .


Extremely educative thread.

This is the kind of topic that should be on FP but DUMB NL mods will prefer snake stories and yeyebrity crap.


Weldone .










Meanwhile are you part of a tourist traveling group? Because the way mentioned Owu waterfalls made me ask