Last week i went on a short drive with my uncle to Abuja to pick up my Mom who was at the airport, she had travelled for a special renunion / wedding so we set out just after nine in the morning. I packed my book (cause am still studying for a professional certificate) hope that i could read it on way to the airport and back. The journey was an excuse to get out of the house and get some fresh air, and maybe even enjoy the sights and sounds of the Federal Capital Terrotory. On the way i could not help but enjoy the sights of a country so blessed, last week in the news, war was still waging in Libya, an earth quake ravaged Japen was eager to save the damaged economy and slumping stocks of the Japan Power Electric Company, a flood was waging
through the Mississippi in America and Osama's friends were just about voting for a new leader on their so called war against the west.
And here i was, i an car on the way to the airport, nothing extra ordinary happened on the way, nothing out of the blue, and to me that was what was the extra ordinary thing.
At the airport, we tried to find a spot to park the car, cars were well all over the place, seems as though many were returning back from the weekend here i did not see poverty or at least not the poverty you see everyday on the streets.
It felt as though i was watching a nollywood movie in where everybody (in the movie) was either rich or well to do and professional.
It was not the image i had felt i would see in the airport, and especially in the local wing of the airport.
Finally after going round the car park, we found a spot just in time to park the car. I called her number to know if she had landed, i got a reply so we went to the arrival section of the airport. We were made to wait outside, that is where i saw another senario.
Just like us other Men, Political Attaches, women some with children were also waiting, in hope that their loved ones and bosses would come out.
As i looked around i saw a man with a name written in a cardboard paper waiting, a men in well tailored suits, younger guys in T-Shirts and jeans and ladies in all sorts of atires waiting for someone to come.
After a few minutes (give or take), people came out one by one out of the airport, relieved to be back on the ground and looking to see their loved ones
or co-workers.
Finally my mom and her friend came out of the airport (i was not expecting a friend to be with her) only to find out that the young lady that had been
standing in line beside me was her daughter (you don't say!!!!).
Out of the whole experience, i learnt one crucial thing, every ordinary day is just as extra ordinary one just has to be greatful to have it just as it is.
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