Places I’ve Been (Nigeria continued)

Hello everyone. I’ll continue now with my adventure to Nigeria. The main reason why I went to Nigeria, is because I wanted to me the girl I was communicating with on the internet. We had been chatting on the internet for about 2 years before I decided to visit her. Now that is the other reason I went to Nigeria.  I went their knowing that I would have someone there that I am already acquainted with. All along we had been talking about meeting face-to-face. We chatted on the internet constantly, by email, and we talked on the phone often.

So obviously there was some interest, and we were both willing to do whatever it took to see each other. So then I finally convinced myself to take a chance and go meet with her. By the way, her name is Ijeoma Sophia Nochiri. We talked about my trip, and where I was going to stay. She told me her parents would allow me to stay at their home as a guest. Now that was a surprise to me. Here I am, this guy their daughter met on the internet, and they were willing to let me stay in their home! Well they were very nice, sincere, kind people. But we decide to get a hotel room for my first day there, and then stay with her parents for the remaining time, since they offered.

After arrangements were, I caught a flight to Nigeria. I went from LAX to Chicago. Then from there, I my flight was approximately an eight hour flight before reaching Spain to transfer flights into Nigeria.

Let me describe that eight hour flight. The airline from Chicago to Spain was called Iberia Airlines (a Spanish airline). When our flight first left the ground, the flight attendants were still walking their seats, in mid air! Then I looked behind me, and there was a little kid still playing in his seat (No fault of the flight attendants). I looked at his parents in disbelief. The finally strapped down when they saw he was standing up in his seat. AFter take-off, a funny smell crossed my nostrils. My brain sent a message to my nose,telling me it was the smell of piss! Ok, urine! Maybe I was wrong, but that is what it smelled like to me.

After take-off th rest of the flight was okay, although the pilots did not boost my desire to fly thirty thousand feet over the Atlantic Ocean, for over eight hours. The tone of their voices during take-off did not sound like the sound of experienced airline planes.

My plane finally arrived in Spain, where I had to wait overnight (or was it early morning?) for my connecting flight to Nigeria. I was tired, but at the same time I ws kept awake by all the people in airport. My flight from Spain to Lagos, Nigeria was a lot less as far as time in the air. When I arrived to the airport, I tried looking out the window to see if I could see what the surroundings were like. I was excited because I was in the motherland (does anybody not know why the continent of Africa is called motherland?) The airport is called Burtalla Muhammad in the city of Lagos, Nigeria. Lagos is the capitol of the country……

(to be continued)