{"id":1711,"date":"2016-03-29T22:51:39","date_gmt":"2016-03-29T22:51:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/illumination2.wordpress.com\/?p=1711"},"modified":"2016-03-29T22:51:39","modified_gmt":"2016-03-29T22:51:39","slug":"till-we-meet-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/2016\/03\/29\/till-we-meet-again\/","title":{"rendered":"Till we meet again"},"content":{"rendered":"

Till we meet again<\/strong><\/p>\n

“Afternoon. Are you going to Lagos?” asked the lady waiting her turn after me at the airline’s counter.
\nI responded with a tentative yes.
\n“Can you look after my daughter? Her father will come and pick her up at the airport.”
\nI found out later that she’s 10 year old. Almost 5 feet tall.
\nI laughed and asked why she was OK asking me to look after her daughter. “Do I look that trustworthy?”
\n“Don’t worry. It’s Nigeria” she said laughing in return.
\nNumbers were exchanged and the father called immediately to speak with me.
\nThey said their goodbyes (the mum asking for a hug and then complaining playfully when she got an awkward hug from the girl).
\nWe went through the scanner and sat next to each other in the waiting area. She’s very quiet which was perfectly fine by me.
\nBut since we were going to be there for another 90 minutes or so, and she had nothing visible that might distract her, I thought I better try at least.
\nFirst few questions were answered with nods, and side glances. Then I put up a movie on my laptop and asked if she liked 3D movies. She told me she couldn’t quite see what’s on the screen. She’s had glasses for two years. But the glasses were in her checked-in luggage.
\nOur subsequent discussion covered lots of things. She used several “big” words and some of her ideas were beyond her years. Maybe it’s that 6 months of schooling she had in England when she was much younger …
\nShe doesn’t watch 3D films because they are not realistic.
\nAnd no animated kiddie films either. She only watches mature films. She’s seen World War Z, all the Fast and Furious films, several movies that are definitely rated well beyond her age. She says she watches them with her dad.
\nShe hates Sponge Bob with a passion (“how can a sponge ….”) and her school mates think she’s weird. I told her we all have our preferences. No 3D animated talking animals either because animals don’t talk in real life.
\nShe doesn’t like corn flakes. But she likes cereal and oats. She likes golden morn because it’s made of maize. She doesn’t like wheat (meal) either.
\nShe hates eggs, peanut butter, red meat (there are bacteria that can not be killed by heat. I suggested if it’s cooked long enough on high heat, all the bacteria would die. But she responded that the meat would become too soft and she doesn’t like soft meat), pounded yam, yam, broccoli (suggested by me). But she likes Egusi soup. I agree. I like Egusi soup too.<\/p>\n

“Everything in this life is boring.
\nEspecially all those Yoruba films! Eeew! All those Yoruba women. That come out in their wrappers. Just because they want to say bye bye to someone.”
\nShe doesn’t like boring people.
\nHer grandma is boring. Always telling stories of World War I and this or that General.
\nI suggest those are the best stories. She insisted she has “current affairs” class in school for that.
\nShe doesn’t like several tribes in Nigeria. One tribe is always fighting. Can’t remember the reason she gave for the others.
\n“Edo people are …” She started.
\n“Nice?” I attempted to complete the sentence for her.
\n“Noooo. My granddad is always “if you touch that thing I will flog you alive!”<\/p>\n

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
\nWe are now on board the plane.
\n“This plain better not crash.” She says.
\n“Before I die I will kill the plane.”
\n“How?” I asked.
\n“I don’t know” she said. Then added: “I will blow up the engine.”
\nA child will always be a child (strange logic: blow up the plane before it crashes.)
\nThere were other kids and several were somewhat loud. “That’s how they will be making noise” (she had mentioned much earlier that she didn’t like noise).
\n“Let me talk like the soldier in my school” (she mimicked the soldier):
\n“I hate noise. If you make noise, I will show you wetin you be!” (She’s a year one student in an air-force secondary school).
\nShe’s cold. I said I don’t think I have anything that might keep her warm in my bag. Her pair of socks and her better sweater were in her checked in bag. She says she’s different (referring to the fact that she’s cold).
\nShe wondered why I had a bag on-board.
\n“I didn’t check in any bag” I said.
\n“Why?”
\n“Because it’s small enough to put in the overhead compartment.”
\n“So a smart person can put a bomb in his bag and bring it on-board?”
\n“They still scan it. Remember when we went through the scanner?”
\n“Can the scanner see what’s in your body?”
\n“Yes. It looks like x-ray”
\n“So what’s private is no longer private” she declared.<\/p>\n

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
\nWe made it safely to Lagos. We got her luggage off the carousel. I offered to get the bag but she insisted that she can handle her own bag and that she carried even bigger loads). I had to smile at that. Her dad (a friendly Pastor) was waiting at “arrivals” with a lady. I tag along with them to the outskirts of the airport. I drop off because their destination is in the opposite direction to mine. I said goodbye to the dad and the lady that came with him, and as I closed the door, I said a final “Bye Bye, Jessica.”
\nMaybe we will meet again, maybe not. I had suggested it earlier and she said she didn’t think so. I think the reason she gave was something along the line of not being that regularly in airports or on planes.<\/p>\n

I meant to take a cab. But the middle-aged gentleman I asked for directions at the bus-stop turned out to be a military officer (in mufti) whose first retort was “Why waste so much money?! See that pedestrian bridge over there? Walk across it sharply like a strong man. Take a bus going to Oshodi-under-bridge. It’s only 50 Naira. Climb to the top of the Oshodi bridge. You will get another bus going to CMS or Obalende.” I told him I could find my way from any of those two places. Thus my “Ijebu” kicked in and I had another uneventful trip switching buses 4 times before getting to my final stop. The whole trip cost 450 Naira instead of possibly 5,000 Naira or more (if I had taken a cab from the airport). I made a picture I took of both of us while seated in the plane my Whatsapp profile picture. A friend asked if she was my girlfriend. Another suggested she’s my daughter. I kept it up for the night and switched it out the following day.<\/p>\n

I wonder if we will ever meet again. Maybe I should call the dad sometime and ask about those vicious German Sherpards (GSD) puppies she said they had. They are about 4 months old. I think I wouldn’t mind one if I got it for free.<\/p>\n

I hope she grows up to be successful, and well-adjusted.<\/p>\n

I don’t see why not.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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