Wednesday, 5 March 2014


HEAVENS GATE


 



Hello Great Young Mind, What's the story being, and I hope you guys are doing great? So a couple of days ago, I was at one of Nigeria’s prestigious International Airports, (though I detest going there cause of the impunity with which they treat we innocent non-travellers) to pick up my wonderful relation, who was forced to return back to Naija  cause of the Putin and Ukraine wahala, and as usual nah, it got me thinking. J

While I waited for my wonderful Fam to arrive, I couldn’t but observe the environment which I found myself, as I watched people troop out of the airport. I watched as the White Folks came out shoulder high with their series of loyal Nigerian Oddleys carrying their bags for them and practically worshipping them. I watched as the Nigerian Security GATEMEN Agents in uniform kept ordering we humble waiters to go back and not block the entrance: but most especially, I watched the faces of the people.

I watched the smiles on the faces of Nigerian returnees as they trooped out of the Airport, how their skins resonated like the very sun, I saw their shoes, dresses, phones etc, and I was struck by the aura which accompanied them as they returned. It was like they were returning from Heaven I thought to myself. Similarly I watched the faces of the people like me as we stood outside of our Prestigious Nigerian Airport (as we are never granted access into the building to wait be it Rainy, sunny, Snowy, Hurricanny, Earthquaky et al). I heard and couldn't but listen to the series of discussions about Nigeria’s Failed Political system, the complains about Nigeria and the reasons why we will never be better, I saw the frustration even on the faces of the seemingly rich as all they could do was sigh in Phonetics cause of the delayed arrivals, and I saw the similar frustration on the faces of the relatively not so rich folks which was nearly triple of what the Rich showed(cause the more the delay, the harder and more expensive it would be to hire Taxi’s **smiles), I saw the cast of sadness on some faces, I can’t  deny I also saw Jealousy on some faces too oh, I saw the feeling of 2nd best(insecurities)  in some people and I wondered to myself, Am I standing at Heavens gate, or just some Airport.

Well the beauty of going to the Nigerian Airport is usually in the joy one witnesses when people see their family and friends arrive and the awaiters (like me) run to them kissing, grabbing, crying and celebrating them no matter the form of Embarrassment that others might see it as. Its usually a beautiful thing.

Finally before I left that night, I thought to myself, Are all Airports gateways to Heaven? Well, "Who no go, no Know" as they say. Well if the Nigerian International Airport is the gate way to heaven, then to me Nigeria is not yet Hell, but maybe Purgatory. Cause there is still hope that one day, the International Airport will be seen to me as not just Heavens gate, but as a Transit from Abrahams Bossom in Heaven, to some other part of Heaven.
 
P.S: Sorry if I don’t sound Janded, I am basically a “I Never cross Boarder before kinda person”

Happy Ash Wednesday to all the Catholic Folks in the house, Enjoy the Lenten season as it starts. Thanks for the past 7 minutes... I appreciate.

Udo.

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