27: Vatican City

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Chapter 27. Vatican City.

The following day after consulting my mini map, i paid for another night at the Rubino hotel and walked down to Termini station. I walked down to the Metro line A and entered the train heading to Battistini. After a few stations, i stopped at the Ottaviano-San Pietro station and walked out. Then i saw the mighty walls of the historic Vatican City. As expected, many people had come from all over the World to see the Vatican City. As i walked along the walls, i wondered how i found myself in Vatican. It was impossible to tour the city on my own, therefore i joined a tour guide and paid €30. According to the small booklet we were given, the tour guide would take us to St. Peter Basilica, The Sistine Chapel, the St. Peter Square and of course the mighty Vatican Museum.

At St. Peter Square, we were shown a small white line that divided the Vatican from Italy. The white line touched Piazza Pious XII. We entered the St. Peter Square through Via Della Conciliazione which was close to the Tiber River. After looking around the Square, we were taken to the Sistine Chapel.
According to the small Vatican handbook, the Sistine Chapel took its name from Pope Sixtus IV who restored it between 1477 and 1480. The chapel served as the site of Papal Conclave.
All through the entire tour, i had wondered how any of the old structures affected me personally. I didn’t feel anything. I was a Catholic alright, but i didn’t see how i was spiritually connected to the place that was supposed to be the headquarters of all Catholics around the World. All i saw there were old and bearded priests walking around and going about their business without making any noise.
It was the same experience at St. Peter Basilica, another massive structure built to intimidate small minded people.
As i walked in line inside the St. Peter’s Basilica, i wondered if God or even Pope himself knew what was going on in my mind.
I was in the Holy See, the place we believed as kids, was the seat of God himself. Being what i was, i adored the magnificent buildings and paintings we saw at the Museum. It was 2000 years of history in front of us as we walked slowly past the paintings of the past Popes.

The Vatican City had its own security outfits which was different from the Italian Security forces. No Italian Police could be seen anywhere inside the city.
There were several sections at the Museum. We were taken to the Sacred Museum, Ethnological Museum, Room of the Immaculate conception and many more.

After the Vatican tour, i got tired and took bus 64 back to Termini and to the Rubino Hotel. There were many things to do in Rome but i knew it was time to go. My money was going down. I knew that when i got to Napoli, i won’t be buying foods. I was going to visit a woman and the Benin women were pretty good at entertaining their visitors with foods.
Inside my hotel room, I called Maria. She asked if i had finished up in Rome. I told her that i would be in
Napoli before twenty four hours. She was delighted but wanted me to come before then.

NAPOLI.

The following day after visiting the Vatican City, i traveled to Napoli.
I arrived in the medieval city of Naples/Napoli by 14:02. Maria, my ex girlfriend back in Nigeria was waiting for me at the Central station. She hugged me and took my single luggage as soon as she saw me came out of the Alta Velocita train.

”How was the Journey” Maria asked after hugging me.
”It was fine Maria, it looks like there are too many Africans in Napoli” i said as i looked around and saw tens of black Men and Women walking all over the Napoli Central Station.
Maria had laughed and said, ”Yes, this place is Nigeria in Europe. You can get every Nigerian foodstuff or clothes over here in Napoli”.

”I see, so this is welcome home for me then” i joked.

She nodded and continued leading the way out of the station.
We got out of the station and entered a bus.
”We are going out of Napoli to a town called Castel Volturno, that’s where my apartment is located” she said.
”Castel Vol What” i asked.
”Castel Volturno, it is near the Mediterranean Sea” she said.

Since i didn’t know anywhere in Napoli, there was no need arguing. I wanted to ask her to show me around the city center before going to any town in the outskirts but it was her call. I had just arrived and my money was pretty down. I had only €1100 left with me. I knew that money could reach me from Amsterdam, Nigeria or even Germany but i didn’t want to start calling money yet. I had wanted Maria to cater for most of my expenses she had been inviting me to Napoli for months.

While inside the bus, Naomi called me. I ignored the phone call. Women were naturally Jealous. Maria didn’t know Naomi but she would get jealous and peharps angry if she finds out that Naomi was my girlfriend. I wanted to lay low and watch as things unfolded with Maria. She was going to be my manager in Napoli. I had hoped to lay low and rest even if it meant the great Ozoigbondu serving Maria. I was ready to be as humble as a maid, even wash plates etc, just to find out how Maria operated.

Fifty minutes later, we arrived at the ghetto town of Castel Volturno. There were black people all around every angle of the town. The Local Market looked like what was obtained in a typical market in Lagos Nigeria. Hundreds of Nigerians and Ghanaians littered the streets. I even spotted some earthen pots used for diabolic sacrifices along the narrow road that led to Maria’s apartment and when i asked her what it was, she explained that some of the Italian Mamas – The human trafficking madams – do make some diabolical sacrifices in Italy.
For the first time since i arrived in Italy, i became alerted. I almost became afraid of what i had gotten into but i never feared voodoo.
As we entered Maria’s two bedroom apartment, i saw two beautiful teenage girls.
”Who are they” i asked.

”They are my girls, they just arrived from Nigeria” Maria Said.
Great!.

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3 Responses

  1. about to get interesting.

  2. All through the entire tour, i had wondered how
    any of the old structures affected me personally. I
    didn’t feel anything. I was a Catholic alright, but i
    didn’t see how i was spiritually connected to the
    place that was supposed to be the headquarters
    of all Catholics around the World. All i saw there
    were old and bearded priests walking around and
    going about their business without making any
    noise.

    this got me laughin ……

    its not change d price of garri republic.

  3. I foresee you getting entangled in the two girls web; ride on sire! 8)

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