Chronicles of a Local Man (2)
May your village people not have the last laugh over you. Can I get a big, fat and loud amen? Once I was done with my Business in the Centre of Unity, it’s only natural that I yearned for the sleepless and rowdy coastal City. Just to refresh your memory, the whole thing started here . I found my way to Nnamndi Azikwe Airport on a Saturday Morning through Berger (I was told that’s the Oshodi of Abuja) at 8:15am for a scheduled flight of 9:00am. While I tried to locate Terminal D where Arik is, I walked past an elated Desmond Elliot who was high-fiving his peeps that obviously came to pick him up, and hey that guy is tall. If I tell you someone is tall, just believe it. I got to terminal D at 8:20 and just then I felt a rumbling in my stomach (Chai! Village people, why?). I headed to the restroom to relieve myself almost immediately, silly me, I could have got my Boarding pass first before using the Restroom. Did I mention that you have to be at the terminal at leas