Welcome to Nigeria
Was up everybody, apologies for not posting for the past couple of weeks. A combination of other projects, work and prepping for my trip to Nigeria made it impossible write anything.
As the long term followers of kilonshele-kkb will know, this post started last September with the objective of recording my adventures during my six week stay in my mother land in 2013. Well, I am back for another round in December 2014. Amongst other things, I will be blogging from the 2014 Canirive in Portacourt, should be interesting so stay tuned.
Those who followed my adventures in 2013, welcome back. New followers, get ready for a fun ride. I am pleased to tell you that the adventure began at Heathrow Airport, Terminal 4, gate 3. The flight was scheduled to take off at 9:30pm. At 9:25pm, upon hearing the ding dong which precedes a public service, 95% my fellow Nigerians all stood and went towards the gate. The mad dash towards the gate reminded me of the scramble for a danfo at Oshodi market in Lagos. I guess you can take the Nigerian out of Nigeria but you cannot take the Nigerian out of him. The announcement calling for women and children to come forward was totally ignored and the announcer finally gave after three of four more futile attempts. You all know how we Nigerians pack, people wanted space in the overhead lockers.
The melee continued on the plane, as I was putting my hand luggage onto the overhead locker I heard
“Madame that is my seat, 27B”
“But where is 27C”?
“Watin concern me with that; that is my seat”
That response caused that some passengers to get involved and began to berate the man for his response.
“what is your concern”??
Mind you, we are still in London but inside of the plane was Nigerian territory. The exchanges reminded of the exchanges between passengers in a danfo. The flight was pretty smooth and uneventful. When we disembarked, we had to go through Ebola checks before proceeding to passport control. As I waited in the queue, I watched as officials took the temperatures of my fellow passengers using a device pointed at the forehead. The hall where the checks were being taken did not have an air conditioner and it was hot and humid. I found it counterproductive to check people’s temperature in a room where the temperature was about 30 to 40 degrees. We were all sweating like pigs in a barnyard. I pointed out the irony to the man who took my temperature; all he said was “Welcome to Nigeria”.
Till tomorrow KKB Out