This morning I'd like to enjoin everyone to help me thank God, for journey mercies from Lagos to Asaba, Asaba to PH and PH to Lagos. I don't take any of it for granted, I'm simply grateful.
Yesterday my flight went from 5.20pm to 8.30pm, we got into Lagos at about 9.30 and it was a very bumpy flight. I've told you guys about how much I hate flying right? What I hate even more is sitting beside worry warts who are even more afraid of flying than I am. The man sitting to my right nearly received a knock on his head from me, he panicked all through and once we began to encounter turbulence he began to say things like "wetin dey happen, the tire don puncture?" "God abeg ooooo, na beg I dey beg ooooo" "papa Jesu abeg con help pessin" "wetin this pilot dey drive sef? Una sure say dis pilot sabi drive?" "Cheiiii I don die!" Darn it! I really wanted to stuff a sock in his mouth, he was agitating me even further.
To my left however sat Sir K. Sir K was the reason I stayed sane during the flight, a seasoned traveller, he found nothing unusual in the extreme turbulence and kept regaling me with stories, flirting with a particular hostess who was only too eager to flirt right back, and talking about being a Nice Guy vs being a Gentleman. Just in case you're wondering, he's not in favour of "Nice", apparently once a chic describes a man as a "nice guy" then he must know without a doubt that he's now in the friend-zone and he's not getting a taste of that cookie... Right.
Thankful as I am for Sir K's distractions, he actually bummed me out too. I mean, what worse time can someone talk about plane crashes than on an actual flight, and a very bumpy one at that? He began to tell me about the Dana crash and how he was just about to board a Dana plane when he heard the news, how his former boss lost her husband in the Sosoliso crash and she hasn't flown locally ever since, how someone else he knew died in a plane crash, on and on he went... No no no! Sir K one just does not talk about plane crashes while on board a rickety aircraft that's been vibrating in the sky like a feverish adolescent for the last fifteen minutes. At that point I'd have shoved my other sock in his mouth, had I had one.
But eventually we landed safely and I'm so glad to be home!
I might still make a few more local trips before the year runs out but for these ones, and all other safe trips earlier in the year, mine and yours too, I thank God for journey mercies. It's not by our power, sheer luck or mere happenstance, it's only by His grace and mercy.
I've been meaning to apologize about you having to prove you're not a robot. It's soooooooo annoying, right? I know. But it's a Blogger feature and I've written to Blogger developers to know if there's a way I can deactivate it on my blog. I think it's a measure to eliminate spam comments but then I worry it'll deter real commenters. Please bear with me, I'm trying to work on it but until then, just do me a favour and "prove you're not a robot" LOL. Thanks people!
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