So in the past weeks or months I've done a lot of local traveling, at least once every other week. On almost all my flights I meet someone or someones and it's often interesting. The most recent come to mind. My last 3 flights.
1. Yesterday (THE DIVORCER). I took a flight into lagos early yesterday morning and something had happened hours prior to the flight, something potentially life altering. So when this note below came, I couldn't pay it much mind.
I did send a text declining tea, saying I needed to work on something before we boarded, which I did. Still the gentleman came over. In no time conversation began and the natural questions followed; what's your name? What do you do? Lawyer? You're a lawyer? Do you handle divorce cases? And before I could utter a word, my companion transformed from suave toaster to desperate client! He began to force-feed me intimate details about his life and marriage. It was a bit discomfiting but there was little I could do to shut him up. He then asked if I've handled any divorce cases (Yes, in my brief stint in litigation, my first few cases were dissolution of marriage) and who I've noticed ask for divorce more; husbands or wives? (Wives! Wives are often the petitioners)
2. A Few Days Ago (Whispers and Setbacks). It was a late night flight. Once we lifted off the ground I opened my book The Power, sequel to The Secret and the lady sitting beside me kept on taking peeks into the book. Eventually she couldn't help herself anymore so she asked, "what's this book about?" I began to explain, telling her first about The Secret and then about The Power, then I began to voice my opinions, for and against the book. We got to talking about the page below and when she saw the quote made by Jesus, and the way he was quoted as just some person, she became almost irate.
The lady, Mira, gentle as a lamb and very soft spoken, started to talk to me about other things and I found myself divulging some of my most intimate secrets to this virtual stranger. Soon she began to share too, telling me about the three years of terrible disappointments she faced, endless interviews with no success, endless business start ups with sudden deaths, series of failed relationships. And then she began to tell me about one of the Redeem pastors she greatly admires, he's a Professor at the University of Ibadan, very accomplished academic but deeply spiritual. She talked about his books on deliverance and told me about dreams. I noticed she was particular about dreams in which you see yourself in your old (former) school, or wearing your old school uniforms, or at your old place of work, and how people regard them as ordinary but they're actually indicators of terrible spiritual problems, suggesting severe setbacks, stagnation and demotion in life. Her voice was so calm and low that I leaned closely in, till my ear lobes nearly touched her lips. We talked until we touched down, until we had to leave the plane.
3. Two Weeks Ago, or Less (Business Class Upgrade). My flight companion had been something of a douchebag all afternoon. We got to the airport and he still wouldn't talk to me, all because of the minutest of things. Yet, when I told him to get us separate seats when he was checking us in online, seeing as he was giving me the silent treatment, he refused.
Still at the airport he gave me the cold shoulder, waiting at the departure lounge he chose a seat at the opposite end from where I sat. Then we boarded and he was still cranky. So when I beckoned on the charming young flight attendant and asked him to help me with my seatbelt, and he asked if I would prefer to sit in business class, I was out of my seat in a flash, without a backward glance at Mr Cranky. In business class, I refused to eat anything as it was past my dinner time (another evening flight), so I asked for water alone. Thus the little note below.
Landing in Lagos Mr Cranky was now Mr Cranky-Angry-Cheated as he spouted mild expletives and accused me of being the poster girl for "These girls ain't loyal". I tried to explain to him that it wasn't as much about business class or whatever, as about me sticking my figurative tongue out at him for those hours of neglect. Although he doesn't believe it, if things were dandy I would have of course declined any change of seat... The only exception would be if it was an international flight, as there's little difference in the classes in local flights, and ONLY if he gave me the go ahead, but even then I might still decline. Still, Mr Cranky insists I'm disloyal, and once he saw the note above, it became Ehen, you see nau, that's what you wanted, isn't it? He refused to believe the writer is a flight attendant and thinks it's one bloated aged sugar daddy. #Rme.
So I look back and reflect on the people I meet at airports and in planes, it seems that's where I meet most people these days. And these three make me ask;
*Why is a very high percentage of divorce institued by the wives? How come it's the wives seeking divorce and husbands who are often the cause of the misery drag their feet?
*Is it really true what Mira says about dreaming about old schools, wearing school uniforms and old offices; does it mean the devil is playing tenten with somebody who's hands and legs he has tied? what if you're just feeling nostalgic na?
*Does jumping up and diving into business class mean I'm disloyal, even if we'd had an argument (which was in now way my fault) and I'd been ignored all day?