My pilot complained for almost two hours but Air Traffic Control just did not understand the need for me to get back to Lagos ASAP. I had promised madam we will be together today. I maintained my characteristic cool, calm and collected posture.
I would not have come, but the plea by my constituency that the next 2 years will be shaped in Minna was too strong for me to ignore. I know I do not belong, but best to play along.
The log-jam from hilltop was unbearable, and now we stood at lock-down at the Minna airport waiting for “Vice Presidential movement”, or is it “Coordinator Movement”. I just cannot understand what brought me to the town in the first instance. is it by force?
Ever since the gap-tooth genius responded to my “Happy Birthday” message some 25 years ago, we have maintained a decent level of cordiality. I remember when the bride was born, I was already an Aluta member in Unilorin. Is this the trip you can call “a bridge too far?”
Just as I reached to pick up the mobile phone again, I felt my left ear revv up at a high decibel level, just like the left jet of the plane.
It is not the jet …. It is my wife whispering … “Happy Mothers’ day.
It is one of those real bad dreams! I am now fully awake!!
Happy Mothers day to you great women out there. May all your good dreams and those of your children never be cut short in Jesus Name. Amen.