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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 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 smiled 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 doubled 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,” Odegbami 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.”
~
MOYO OKEDIJI, Art History Professor at The University of Texas at Austin, USA.

Afonja killed the Nigerian airways, the Nigerian shipping line, the first generation Banks, NITEL, NEPA and all those privatized companies immediately after the war! That's the truth! Go and listen to your elders, you will hear them bemoan the yesteryears. By that they mean the days before the war. Immediately after the war, other Southerners were totally displaced from their positions within the civil service. The north had no graduates, just few that couldn't even man the northern nigeria civil service. The onus fell on the Afonjas who cleverly hyjacked the civil service since together with the displaced igbos, they had the highest quantity of graduates in the country. What the south west did with the banks, the parastatals and government ministries afterwards was unimaginable! A culture of looting and nepotism started and this eroded the ability of these institutions to function effectively! The North simply joined the looting frenzy after the federal capital was moved from Lagos to Abuja. These are statements of facts and not tribal hatred. Sometimes, we have to say it they way it's , so the young ones will learn and avoid such mistakes in the future..

Nigeria, we hail thee.

Nigger area...

Nigeria's problem is beyond the present times. It has been with her from her creation.
Imagine such a thing in a national air carrier!
Such an embarrassment!
Imagine something similar happening in Emirates, British Airways, Lufthansa, American Airways, Qatar Airways, Singapore Airlines, KLM, Air Italia etc... Just imagine it!
The death of Nigerian Airways didn't start during Obasanjos time. It started in the 1990s.
Nigeria, which way?

Rugaria:
Afonja killed the Nigerian airways, the Nigerian shipping line, the first generation Banks, NITEL, NEPA and all those privatized companies immediately after the war! That's the truth! Go and listen to your elders, you will hear them bemoan the yesteryears. By that they mean the days before the war. Immediately after the war, other Southerners were totally displaced from their positions within the civil service. The north had no graduates, just few that couldn't even man the northern nigeria civil service. The onus fell on the Afonjas who cleverly hyjacked the civil service since together with the displaced igbos, they had the highest quantity of graduates in the country. What the south west did with the banks, the parastatals and government ministries afterwards was unimaginable! A culture of looting and nepotism started and this eroded the ability of these institutions to function effectively! The North simply joined the looting frenzy after the federal capital was moved from Lagos to Abuja. These are statements of facts and not tribal hatred. Sometimes, we have to say it they way it's , so the young ones will learn and avoid such mistakes in the future..

God bless you and your family plenty

Imagine. 3 naira to a dollar. Now under buhari, it is 500 naira to a dollar

thatigboman:
Imagine. 3 naira to a dollar. Now under buhari, it is 500 naira to a dollar

That's a landmark achievement for the Buhari administration! Soon it will be 1000 naira to a dollar if this trend continues.

Rugaria:
Afonja killed the Nigerian airways, the Nigerian shipping line, the first generation Banks, NITEL, NEPA and all those privatized companies immediately after the war! That's the truth! Go and listen to your elders, you will hear them bemoan the yesteryears. By that they mean the days before the war. Immediately after the war, other Southerners were totally displaced from their positions within the civil service. The north had no graduates, just few that couldn't even man the northern nigeria civil service. The onus fell on the Afonjas who cleverly hyjacked the civil service since together with the displaced igbos, they had the highest quantity of graduates in the country. What the south west did with the banks, the parastatals and government ministries afterwards was unimaginable! A culture of looting and nepotism started and this eroded the ability of these institutions to function effectively! The North simply joined the looting frenzy after the federal capital was moved from Lagos to Abuja. These are statements of facts and not tribal hatred. Sometimes, we have to say it they way it's , so the young ones will learn and avoid such mistakes in the future..

you could have done this a moreboalatable manner.


However its all facts well done sir

I saw this sometime ago. This is a bloody fool who get educated with tax payer's money, got a scholarship abroad and absconded.

So foolish he displayed retarded mentality to write up about it.

All this because he got a shabby treatment in the hands of unsrewpolous workers at the airport.

Where is he? In the USA where Black parents and their children can be jumped on anytime by riff raff, thugs, neighbors and Police even in rich or middle class areas.

If a Nigerian decided to abscond because of unfortunate and degrading treatment at the airport, what should Blacks in Europe and America do?

Those who sacrifice their lives daily in Africa get worse treatment than you but they are still here. Actually, some relocated here while you fool and waste yourself under worse conditions abroad.

Idiat.