₦airaland Forum

La click, la somersault, dey play

Mohbad season 1

Blogger blogger, scammer, scammer, la click, la jump , so pe otilo

Nasarawa state in this era of kidnapping

La click, la bend awon blogger,click bait,ouin I no click

THE VOYAGE
By Professor Moyo Okediji

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.”

⚫ Moyo Okediji is a professor of Art History at the University of Texas, Houston , United States of America.

Nairaland YouTube association looking for views, la click ,la somersault

U didn't do your home work very well,there are some red flags u should have noticed,thou u can try give a fight,but guess u ain't winning , o ti lo

YouTube don't post sex videos,u looking for click bait,la click,la bend

For further enquires contact the email.
j.jason4real@gmail.com

My advice for ladies who are 35yrs & above old still looking for MR RIGHT ,is better to have a child with anybody so that can have someone to take of care of them at old age Time wait for nobody

In stock
Tall black guy sperm
Indian man sperm
Lebanese man sperm
Chinese man sperm etc

Interested contact j.jason4real@gmail.com

Bro, take heart,my advice look for small loan go into business like

👉Buying and supply of eggs
👉 Laundry
👉 Cway/bottle water/pure water supply
👉 POS @ inter-state park

Or
👉Creating content on YouTube
👉 Affiliate marketing
👉Crypto arbritrage etc

Or
Learn a trade that does take more than one year to learn
👉Barbing/ nail technician
👉 Confectioners
👉 Decorations etc

If u need info DM for further assistance, can't spill all the beans here bro, bye

Asking price is,make I know

We like reaping each other in this country,pirated copy of jagunjagun selling for 500naira.

I hope u know those that pirated it,ur guess is good as mine,

Awon......

Dey play, no picture,market inside the air

ok o.

thats whats is killing the country,the fight continues unless we go our seperate ways

hope u guys are not eating it,thou naija hard now,so.............

but the mobile number quoted the windshed is different from the whatsapp number u quoted here are u an agent

kudos to the civil defence corps,but they need to do more