My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by LillyandDaisy: 4:29pm On Oct 24, 2023 |
About 30 years ago, I slept at the Murtala Muhammed Airport for four days.
No, I was not a homeless vagabond.
I had bought the Nigeria Airways ticket to fly to the United States for a one-year sabbatical leave.
But when I arrived at the airport, I realized that my ticket was not honored, though I had bought it legitimately.
Whenever a plane was about to leave Lagos for New York, the NA officials posted a manifest list, and my name was not there.
They would ask me to wait for the next list.
This drama of “Your name is not yet listed, wait for the next manifest list” continued for four days.
I couldn’t leave the airport and return home because I lived in Ile Ife, and had bid my people goodbye for one year. They all expected I would be in NY already.
I was therefore forced to sleep by the door of the NA office at the airport, waiting for the release of the manifest list with my name on it.
I was not alone. There were hundreds of stranded passengers like me there—men, women, young, old, tall, short, thin fat—all sorts of people.
The Murtala Mohamed Airport was different then than what we have now.
There were no security officers. People drifted in and out in their hundreds. It was rowdy. There was no order of any sort. Food hawkers milled among the crowd of the stranded passengers like me, selling hot dogs, sandwiches, puff-puff, moin-moin, gala, meat pie, hamburgers, even rice and dodo.
People hawked sodas such as Cocacola, Fanta, Sprite and malt drinks.
The interior of the airport was packed like the Oyingbo market. There were also pickpockets and other fraudsters pulling fast tricks on unsuspecting victims. I was hesitant to buy anything. I had changed all my naira to dollars at the rate of one dollar to three naira. But if I wanted to change my dollar back to naira, I could only collect one naira for my dollar at the airport, which would be a loss.
I was desperate when I got hungry. But someone was willing to give me two naira for a dollar, so I changed two dollars. I bought some moin-moin and coke.
The guys who helped me to change my money said I had no hope of traveling unless I was willing to bribe someone.
I was adamant. I wasn’t going to bribe anybody. It was my right to fly out, after all, I had paid for my ticket.
By day four, I lost hope of traveling out. I used my handbag as my pillow and reclined on the floor, to take a nap.
The young woman who slept a couple of feet away from me was also napping, snoring loudly. I asked her earlier, and she said she had been there for almost a week. She said she was ready at that point to accept the offer of a Nigeria Airways official who wanted sex in exchange for helping her to get on the manifest list.
For how long I had been asleep I couldn’t tell, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes. It was Segun Odegbami, the famous international soccer star, who played for the Green Eagles. I thought I was dreaming. I had met him through a friend, Tunde Fagbenle, and we had shared drinks at Fagbenle’s house in Lagos a couple of times.
I couldn’t refer to him as my friend, and I didn’t even know he would recognize me or remember my name.
I was a fat nobody next to a big star like him, someone for whom Ebenezer Obey had waxed an album, with the chorus, “It is a gooooal, Odegbami,” a bestselling song throughout Nigeria.
When I opened my eyes and it was him, I wanted to close my eyes back, thinking I was just dreaming.
But he spoke to me. “Moyo, what are you doing on the floor here?”
I quickly sat up, wiped my eyes, and smile at him. I narrated my story.
He shook his head, and said with a sigh, “That’s Nigeria Airways for you. I came to see someone off to London, and as I was leaving I happened to see you.”
“Na so we see am o,” I told him.
“Where is your ticket?”
I dipped my hand inside the pocket of my agbada, made out of new Ankara textiles. It had double as my daywear and my pajamas for four days. I retrieved the ticket and gave it to him.
He said, “Excuse me for a minute. Let me go and talk with them.”
Then he went inside the Nigeria Airways office, and within minutes he was back, with two young men.
“Moyo, are you ready to go now,” Odegbemi said, “because a flight is leaving in about fifteen minutes.”
I didn’t need to say yes. My eyes said it all.
The two young men picked up my luggage.
Odegbami gave me a hug and wished me bon voyage.
The two young men led the way with my luggage—just a suitcase and my hand luggage.
They took me to the back of the airport, and there was a Peugeot 505 waiting for us.
They loaded my luggage in the boot and drove me down the tarmac to the huge aircraft about half a mile away.
From a persona non grata, I instantly transformed into a VIP, driven on the tarmac like a departing president.
Nobody checked my luggage for any contraband. Everything was loaded directly on the plane and I was given the luggage tags.
I walked to my seat and sank into it. I couldn’t help but notice that the plane was less than half full.
There were empty seats everywhere when the plane took off. Yet, there were scores of people waiting at the airport, denied their right to fly, after paying their fares.
I remembered the poor woman snoring next to me on the floor at the airport.
Tears began to fall from my eyes.
“If they ever see me again in that godforsaken country,” I swore silently, “they should cut off my head.”
- Professor Moyo Okediji
⚫ Moyo Okediji is a professor of Art History at the University of Texas, Houston , United States of America. |
Re: My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by Cruise777: 4:31pm On Oct 24, 2023 |
.Wow A patriotic Nigerian Chief Samuel Ladoke Akintola started the Nigeria Air Chief MKO only flew Nigerian Airways or his own Airline Concord group Chief Arisekola owned no Private Jet but hires Plane for vacation from Nigerian Airways feet Athiefkuw and Obasanjo privatization spoilt everything , short man devil Hell Rufai was the then BPE boss selling everything . 2 Likes |
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Re: My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by Odin13: 4:40pm On Oct 24, 2023 |
Thank God for PDP and chief Obasanjo that gave Nigeria back to Nigerians
Many kids don’t know nigeria..pre 99’ so the rant on corruption and PDP .. some forgetting the damage Nigeria military did to this country .. from where we came and sacrifices made ..
Today Apc and Asiwaju wish to gallantly take us back to those years of nightmares..
Everyone wan Japa..
Even the name nigeria is a threat to Nigerians outside the shore ..
They fear immigration more than dead .
God help Nigeria 2 Likes 1 Share |
Re: My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by LillyandDaisy: 4:43pm On Oct 24, 2023 |
Cruise777:
.Wow
A patriotic Nigerian
Chief MKO only flew Nigerian Airways or his own Airline Concord group
Chief Arisekola owned no Private Jet but hires Plane for vacation from Nigerian Airways feet
. Yes, because people of those Caliber won’t experience such.. |
Re: My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by LillyandDaisy: 4:45pm On Oct 24, 2023 |
Odin13: Thank God for PDP and chief Obasanjo that gave Nigeria back to Nigerians
Many kids don’t know nigeria..pre 99’ so the rant on corruption and PDP .. some forgetting the damage Nigeria military did to this country .. from where we came and sacrifices made ..
Today Apc and Asiwaju wish to gallantly take us back to those years of nightmares..
Everyone wan Japa..
Even the name nigeria is a threat to Nigerians outside the shore ..
They fear immigration more than dead .
God help Nigeria Indomie generation won’t understand |
Re: My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by Odin13: 4:48pm On Oct 24, 2023 |
LillyandDaisy:
Indomie generation won’t understand Bro they can never ever.. You see them come online to troll and abuse .. twisting it all.. All is good .. thank God nigeria has improved and life is better . Nigeria and Nigerians owe a lot to chief Obasnajo and the PDP.. They would have pilot the country back to abyss.. but for the sheer determination and love for the country. We saw Tinubu Lagos .. for 8 years .. today dem Dey sing his praise Wetin we know .. Time has changed 1 Like |
Re: My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by Odin13: 4:50pm On Oct 24, 2023 |
Cruise777:
.Wow
A patriotic Nigerian
Chief Samuel Ladoke Akintola started the Nigeria Air
Chief MKO only flew Nigerian Airways or his own Airline Concord group
Chief Arisekola owned no Private Jet but hires Plane for vacation from Nigerian Airways feet
Athiefkuw and Obasanjo privatization spoilt everything , short man devil Hell Rufai was the then BPE boss selling everything
. The indomie generation we’re talking .. |
Re: My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by Cruise777: 4:55pm On Oct 24, 2023 |
Odin13:
The indomie generation we’re talking ..
I am free for a debate, atleast my father traveled on Nigerian air, and I have eaten I started eating noddles with Maggi 5 minutes instant noodles in the good old 90s And at my 3 decade on earth My level of advanced education I can speak and debate any issue 1 Like |
Re: My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by Odin13: 4:57pm On Oct 24, 2023 |
Cruise777:
I am free for a debate, atleast my father traveled on Nigerian air, and I have eaten
I started eating noddles with Maggi 5 minutes instant noodles in the good old 90s
And at my 3 decade on earth
My level of advanced education
I can speak and debate any issue Debate on what? With what your father told you? Next! |
Re: My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by Cruise777: 4:59pm On Oct 24, 2023 |
Odin13:
Debate on what?
With what your father told you?
Next! Ok.. Bye |
Re: My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by Chronosvineberg(m): 5:15pm On Oct 24, 2023 |
LillyandDaisy:
About 30 years ago, I slept at the Murtala Muhammed Airport for four days.
No, I was not a homeless vagabond.
I had bought the Nigeria Airways ticket to fly to the United States for a one-year sabbatical leave.
But when I arrived at the airport, I realized that my ticket was not honored, though I had bought it legitimately.
Whenever a plane was about to leave Lagos for New York, the NA officials posted a manifest list, and my name was not there.
They would ask me to wait for the next list.
This drama of “Your name is not yet listed, wait for the next manifest list” continued for four days.
I couldn’t leave the airport and return home because I lived in Ile Ife, and had bid my people goodbye for one year. They all expected I would be in NY already.
I was therefore forced to sleep by the door of the NA office at the airport, waiting for the release of the manifest list with my name on it.
I was not alone. There were hundreds of stranded passengers like me there—men, women, young, old, tall, short, thin fat—all sorts of people.
The Murtala Mohamed Airport was different then than what we have now.
There were no security officers. People drifted in and out in their hundreds. It was rowdy. There was no order of any sort. Food hawkers milled among the crowd of the stranded passengers like me, selling hot dogs, sandwiches, puff-puff, moin-moin, gala, meat pie, hamburgers, even rice and dodo.
People hawked sodas such as Cocacola, Fanta, Sprite and malt drinks.
The interior of the airport was packed like the Oyingbo market. There were also pickpockets and other fraudsters pulling fast tricks on unsuspecting victims. I was hesitant to buy anything. I had changed all my naira to dollars at the rate of one dollar to three naira. But if I wanted to change my dollar back to naira, I could only collect one naira for my dollar at the airport, which would be a loss.
I was desperate when I got hungry. But someone was willing to give me two naira for a dollar, so I changed two dollars. I bought some moin-moin and coke.
The guys who helped me to change my money said I had no hope of traveling unless I was willing to bribe someone.
I was adamant. I wasn’t going to bribe anybody. It was my right to fly out, after all, I had paid for my ticket.
By day four, I lost hope of traveling out. I used my handbag as my pillow and reclined on the floor, to take a nap.
The young woman who slept a couple of feet away from me was also napping, snoring loudly. I asked her earlier, and she said she had been there for almost a week. She said she was ready at that point to accept the offer of a Nigeria Airways official who wanted sex in exchange for helping her to get on the manifest list.
For how long I had been asleep I couldn’t tell, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes. It was Segun Odegbami, the famous international soccer star, who played for the Green Eagles. I thought I was dreaming. I had met him through a friend, Tunde Fagbenle, and we had shared drinks at Fagbenle’s house in Lagos a couple of times.
I couldn’t refer to him as my friend, and I didn’t even know he would recognize me or remember my name.
I was a fat nobody next to a big star like him, someone for whom Ebenezer Obey had waxed an album, with the chorus, “It is a gooooal, Odegbami,” a bestselling song throughout Nigeria.
When I opened my eyes and it was him, I wanted to close my eyes back, thinking I was just dreaming.
But he spoke to me. “Moyo, what are you doing on the floor here?”
I quickly sat up, wiped my eyes, and smile at him. I narrated my story.
He shook his head, and said with a sigh, “That’s Nigeria Airways for you. I came to see someone off to London, and as I was leaving I happened to see you.”
“Na so we see am o,” I told him.
“Where is your ticket?”
I dipped my hand inside the pocket of my agbada, made out of new Ankara textiles. It had double as my daywear and my pajamas for four days. I retrieved the ticket and gave it to him.
He said, “Excuse me for a minute. Let me go and talk with them.”
Then he went inside the Nigeria Airways office, and within minutes he was back, with two young men.
“Moyo, are you ready to go now,” Odegbemi said, “because a flight is leaving in about fifteen minutes.”
I didn’t need to say yes. My eyes said it all.
The two young men picked up my luggage.
Odegbami gave me a hug and wished me bon voyage.
The two young men led the way with my luggage—just a suitcase and my hand luggage.
They took me to the back of the airport, and there was a Peugeot 505 waiting for us.
They loaded my luggage in the boot and drove me down the tarmac to the huge aircraft about half a mile away.
From a persona non grata, I instantly transformed into a VIP, driven on the tarmac like a departing president.
Nobody checked my luggage for any contraband. Everything was loaded directly on the plane and I was given the luggage tags.
I walked to my seat and sank into it. I couldn’t help but notice that the plane was less than half full.
There were empty seats everywhere when the plane took off. Yet, there were scores of people waiting at the airport, denied their right to fly, after paying their fares.
I remembered the poor woman snoring next to me on the floor at the airport.
Tears began to fall from my eyes.
“If they ever see me again in that godforsaken country,” I swore silently, “they should cut off my head.”
- Professor Moyo Okediji
⚫ Moyo Okediji is a professor of Art History at the University of Texas, Houston , United States of America. Greetings prof, so you're trying to say that the wickedness in this country has forever been in existence 1 Like |
Re: My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by LillyandDaisy: 1:01pm On Oct 25, 2023 |
Chronosvineberg:
Greetings prof, so you're trying to say that the wickedness in this country has forever been in existence You get it? We always like to use every little opportunity to oppress 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by ednut1(m): 1:28pm On Oct 25, 2023 |
Till they ran the airline aground. Those staff don’t deserve pensions to be honest 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by azpekuliar: 1:48pm On Oct 25, 2023 |
ednut1: Till they ran the airline aground. Those staff don’t deserve pensions to be honest They ran the damn thing aground. The boss of a company I used to work for in the late 2000s told us stories of how Nigeria Airways planes would be made to turn back mid-air by control tower to pick up VIPs who have missed their flights. The NRC might soon be on it's death march too with the stories I have been hearing about ticketing on the Lagos - Ibadan route. 1 Like |
Re: My Experience With Nigeria Airways 30 Years Ago(prof Moyo Okediji) by lanresz(m): 3:53pm On Oct 25, 2023 |
Interesting. Professor Moyo Okediji did not return from a year sabbatical. He made the best decision for himself and his family. LillyandDaisy:
About 30 years ago, I slept at the Murtala Muhammed Airport for four days.
No, I was not a homeless vagabond.
I had bought the Nigeria Airways ticket to fly to the United States for a one-year sabbatical leave.
But when I arrived at the airport, I realized that my ticket was not honored, though I had bought it legitimately.
Whenever a plane was about to leave Lagos for New York, the NA officials posted a manifest list, and my name was not there.
They would ask me to wait for the next list.
This drama of “Your name is not yet listed, wait for the next manifest list” continued for four days.
I couldn’t leave the airport and return home because I lived in Ile Ife, and had bid my people goodbye for one year. They all expected I would be in NY already.
I was therefore forced to sleep by the door of the NA office at the airport, waiting for the release of the manifest list with my name on it.
I was not alone. There were hundreds of stranded passengers like me there—men, women, young, old, tall, short, thin fat—all sorts of people.
The Murtala Mohamed Airport was different then than what we have now.
There were no security officers. People drifted in and out in their hundreds. It was rowdy. There was no order of any sort. Food hawkers milled among the crowd of the stranded passengers like me, selling hot dogs, sandwiches, puff-puff, moin-moin, gala, meat pie, hamburgers, even rice and dodo.
People hawked sodas such as Cocacola, Fanta, Sprite and malt drinks.
The interior of the airport was packed like the Oyingbo market. There were also pickpockets and other fraudsters pulling fast tricks on unsuspecting victims. I was hesitant to buy anything. I had changed all my naira to dollars at the rate of one dollar to three naira. But if I wanted to change my dollar back to naira, I could only collect one naira for my dollar at the airport, which would be a loss.
I was desperate when I got hungry. But someone was willing to give me two naira for a dollar, so I changed two dollars. I bought some moin-moin and coke.
The guys who helped me to change my money said I had no hope of traveling unless I was willing to bribe someone.
I was adamant. I wasn’t going to bribe anybody. It was my right to fly out, after all, I had paid for my ticket.
By day four, I lost hope of traveling out. I used my handbag as my pillow and reclined on the floor, to take a nap.
The young woman who slept a couple of feet away from me was also napping, snoring loudly. I asked her earlier, and she said she had been there for almost a week. She said she was ready at that point to accept the offer of a Nigeria Airways official who wanted sex in exchange for helping her to get on the manifest list.
For how long I had been asleep I couldn’t tell, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes. It was Segun Odegbami, the famous international soccer star, who played for the Green Eagles. I thought I was dreaming. I had met him through a friend, Tunde Fagbenle, and we had shared drinks at Fagbenle’s house in Lagos a couple of times.
I couldn’t refer to him as my friend, and I didn’t even know he would recognize me or remember my name.
I was a fat nobody next to a big star like him, someone for whom Ebenezer Obey had waxed an album, with the chorus, “It is a gooooal, Odegbami,” a bestselling song throughout Nigeria.
When I opened my eyes and it was him, I wanted to close my eyes back, thinking I was just dreaming.
But he spoke to me. “Moyo, what are you doing on the floor here?”
I quickly sat up, wiped my eyes, and smile at him. I narrated my story.
He shook his head, and said with a sigh, “That’s Nigeria Airways for you. I came to see someone off to London, and as I was leaving I happened to see you.”
“Na so we see am o,” I told him.
“Where is your ticket?”
I dipped my hand inside the pocket of my agbada, made out of new Ankara textiles. It had double as my daywear and my pajamas for four days. I retrieved the ticket and gave it to him.
He said, “Excuse me for a minute. Let me go and talk with them.”
Then he went inside the Nigeria Airways office, and within minutes he was back, with two young men.
“Moyo, are you ready to go now,” Odegbemi said, “because a flight is leaving in about fifteen minutes.”
I didn’t need to say yes. My eyes said it all.
The two young men picked up my luggage.
Odegbami gave me a hug and wished me bon voyage.
The two young men led the way with my luggage—just a suitcase and my hand luggage.
They took me to the back of the airport, and there was a Peugeot 505 waiting for us.
They loaded my luggage in the boot and drove me down the tarmac to the huge aircraft about half a mile away.
From a persona non grata, I instantly transformed into a VIP, driven on the tarmac like a departing president.
Nobody checked my luggage for any contraband. Everything was loaded directly on the plane and I was given the luggage tags.
I walked to my seat and sank into it. I couldn’t help but notice that the plane was less than half full.
There were empty seats everywhere when the plane took off. Yet, there were scores of people waiting at the airport, denied their right to fly, after paying their fares.
I remembered the poor woman snoring next to me on the floor at the airport.
Tears began to fall from my eyes.
“If they ever see me again in that godforsaken country,” I swore silently, “they should cut off my head.”
- Professor Moyo Okediji
⚫ Moyo Okediji is a professor of Art History at the University of Texas, Houston , United States of America. 1 Like |