OPERATION GET TO THE AIRPORT!
I’ve been on a little hiatus but I’d like to believe I'm back now and with the blog’s first ever series. So let the journey begin!
I’ve been on a little hiatus but I’d like to believe I'm back now and with the blog’s first ever series. So let the journey begin!
Five months ago, Taye had proposed to
Nenadi, one of my best friends in the most romantic way possible. Well, to some
it was really romantic. You see Nenadi and Taye were intellectuals or ‘i-too-know’s
whichever you like. They attributed their chemistry to this ‘i-too-knowism’; and
so when Taye had proposed by spelling out the words ‘Will you marry me?’ in their
scrabble game while they were on holiday in Dubai; it was romantic by Taye
standards. Anyway, five minutes later, Nenadi was on the phone with me and we
were screaming our earlobes to disfunction. Finally! There would be a wedding,
and at the right time too. I was beginning to feel like I hadn't had any owambes in a while so what better way to get out of my rut than with my best
friend’s wedding. Before I go on, I realize I haven’t introduced myself, this
kind of thing happens often when I'm giving gist. My name is Aisha Usman. I've been friends with Nenadi for as long as I can remember. We've convinced some
people that we are cousins because we both come from Southern Kaduna, Nigeria. So
back to my gist; after months of running around the wedding had finally come and we were to leave in a couple
of hours for the airport to leave Lagos for Kaduna. Nenadi's parents had refused to compromise on the location. They insisted it would be back home or they wouldn't attend thus the cross country journey.
Most of the guests had already arrived Kaduna,
most had flown down the day before because everyone knew the hassle involved in
going from Lagos to Kaduna especially during the holidays. It was the busiest
weekend of the year; the weekend before the New Year and Taye, the prompt one
of the two love birds had drummed it into everyone’s ears that we had to get to
the airport on time so we wouldn't miss our flight but as they say, opposites
attract. Nena, as I called her, couldn't be on time or organized to save her
life. I’d come to accept that lateness was in her DNA. So as usual, she managed
to delay everyone and we ended up leaving the house an hour twenty minutes to
the scheduled time for the flight.
We eventually made our way through
the forest of thorns that is Lagos traffic and got to the airport with all of
thirty minutes before the flight was scheduled to take off. We checked in and
found our way to the waiting lounge. Just as we got settled in the lounge, we
heard the announcement that our flight would be delayed due to bad weather. The
woman’s voice must have triggered something in Nenadi’s head because she jumped
suddenly. We all turned to look at her as she shrieked ‘Aisha, I forgot the shoes!’
Before I go on, there is a story behind
these shoes. Nena was a shoe lover. When she passed her exams, she treated
herself with shoes. When she lost weight, she treated herself with shoes but
this particular pair was special. For the past six years, we had both put away
some money every month so we could comfortably afford a pair of Louboutins for
our wedding days which would set us back more than a hundred thousand. Before
Taye proposed we had saved about eighty thousand each but when the marriage
became imminent Nena bought hers. So you see why these shoes couldn’t be left
behind; now back to the story. I knew Nena had to wear those shoes or she would
remember it whenever she looked at her wedding pictures so I volunteered to go
back and get them as fast as I could. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Within seconds, I was in a cab home.
Lagos traffic was proving the enemy of my progress. I screamed at the driver to
drive faster, he must have been wondering “kilonse eleyi”. After what felt like
two hours, I got to the house and just as I got to the door Nena called me. ”Aisha!
They just announced boarding. Where are you?” My jaw dropped. What happened to
the bad weather that was delaying the plane now? I told her I had just gotten
to the house and would be on my way in a minute. It took me almost ten to find
the bag with the pair of shoes. I learnt that day that running down the road
with a bag containing a box of louboutins in one hand and trying not to draw
too much attention to one’s self are two ‘immiscible’ issues. When I got to the
road, it was like I had a serious case of chicken pox. No cab would stop for me
to get in. In all my years of staying in Lagos, I’d never waited that long for
a cab. Finally I got one and I almost fought to driver to let me drive. He must
have seen that my desperation was not ordinary because he got to the airport in
about twenty minutes. A new record!
I was
so happy to have made it. Nena and Taye had already boarded but the plane had
not taken off yet. I made my way to the desk of
the gate agent and she asked for my boarding pass. I felt like I’d just
survived the war, I probably looked like it too because some people were
staring at me. I began to search the bag for my boarding pass to handover. I searched
the first time, nothing. Brought out the box and searched again, nothing. Then
it hit me. I’d left my boarding pass in the room!!
To be Continued....
*I-too-know- Smarty pants, very intelligent person
*Owambes- Lagos Parties especially weddings.
*Louboutins- A brand of high end shoes by designer Christian Louboutin characterised by their beauty and red soles.
Arresting and hilarious.
ReplyDeleteNice story why did it end there *sad*
ReplyDeleteLol....nice but why did it end here?
ReplyDeleteIt's a series. The next part would be up next week
DeleteI would just there if I were Aisha
Deletereally interesting!!!
Iovely story
ReplyDeleteI wus rili feelin for Aisha tinkin twuz a true life story not knowin it was nkyz makin.Rili gudone nky.
ReplyDeleteI smell a love story in the air
ReplyDeleteNot a bad nose... Be back next week to see if you're right
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DeleteDon't worry jare.... I went to the full site and saw it. Thank you
DeleteI have found the place to subscribe.... Went to the full site. Thank you
DeleteLovely story, I love the simplicity of the narrator!
ReplyDeleteHahahahahahahahaha!!!!! Ah ahn now! Nice one
ReplyDeletekeep it up. you are doing good
ReplyDeleteam in love with this...
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