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One day at the airport

The first I was to fly by air, I almost ran mad.

It was some years back.

I didn’t know what to expect and I couldn’t believe I was finally going to get into a plane. Finally.

After singing “aeroplane give me a bag of money” and waving at every plane insight. The excitement was beyond what I can explain.

I got prepared.

That day, my flight was for 4:45pm. But, 10am, I was at the airport. I didn’t want stories. Not after I have heard of people missing their flights and worse thing self, I heard they don’t refund money.

The night before, I couldn’t sleep. Every time sleep crossed my eyes, I would see myself flying.😳😳

At a point I got scared. Let it not be that I have joined witchcraft. To be on the safe side, I decided not to sleep anymore. I can’t deal.🤒🤒

So I was awake all through the night. As early as 5am I had already had my bath. Body no gree me.

I was very hungry but I had no appetite. Food was looking like grass to me. I just wanted to be on board and fly.

The main gist is that I dressed like I was attending a wedding. Like proper knack up. Cloth and shoe on point.

As cab dropped me at the airport, I started seeing surprising things.

Almost everyone was on jean and slippers. Just help me and imagine that. Highest you will see canvas, and there I was, well dressed like I was attending an Ofala festival.🙆🏻‍♀️🙆🏻‍♀️🙆🏻‍♀️

My body started doing me someone. I was in severe pain. What kind of disgrace is this? Why am I looking different?

I got my boarding pass, went and sat at a corner. My moral has been killed.

Few minutes later hunger started ministering to me. I was shocked to buy one biscuit they sell #50 in my street #200 at the waiting area.

The real MVP trouble started as we were taking off.

The flight was doing me in my body like my womb was shifting. Everything in me would go out and come back. Like my spirit will go, wander around and return.

I looked at my neighbor. She was calm. Everyone was calm. I wondered if that thing was happening to only me.

I had proper home training, so I won’t disgrace myself in front of everyone. I pretended like everyone else. Once the plane wants to ascend more, I would close my eyes tight and imagine the worse.

I continued like that till we stabilised.

I survived.😁😁

#lifeofawriter

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