YINKA hated travelling.
He was standing in front of two grumpy looking ladies who were checking-in his luggage and issuing him a ticket. Sometimes he wondered why they always looked so grumpy. Like the least they could do was paste a fake smile on their faces and maybe people will feel better about driving all the way through the bad roads and traffic that lead to Murtala Mohammed Airport, only to sweat some more and face attendants who looked like they were in a permanent state of Menstrual Pain.
Hmmm, “permanent state of menstrual pain”. He mumbled to himself as he typed the phrase into his I pad.
He liked to document random thoughts and ideas. These were the bedrock of many great stories and also what made him stand out in the midst of his fellow reporters.
Yes. A reporter who hated travelling.
He sighed as he typed that in too.
CASSANDRA was walking round the waiting lounge, looking in vain for a place to plug and charge her phone. Ironically she had carried out this search before, several times in fact. Maybe hoping that someday, someone will take pity on people like her and install some goddamn sockets. A girl can only dream right?
She eventually gave up and slumped on one of the metal chairs to wait for her flight
As expected, a young (and good) looking guy walked over and took the seat beside her. She smiled to herself. Okay, maybe she wasn’t really looking for a socket after all.
BOLANLE watched the young looking twenty-something ish years old lady parade up and down the lounge as she usually did most of the time she was travelling.
This wan no get job.
She worked in a small café in the lounge where travelers, weary from waiting for their repeatedly delayed flights, usually shuffled in for an overpriced bite and a drink. Several times, they do complain about the prices.
“Hey! Why is this thing so expensive? I can get it for ‘so-so and so’ outside”
“Sir I’m sorry, but that’s the price.” Na charity we dey run?
“Don’t ‘sorry’ me.”
She sort of liked her job. With the little education she had in life, she was content with what she had. Besides, she loved the drama that typically went on in the large waiting lounge. And of all her ‘actors’. Cassandra was one of her favourites.
“You’re very stupid! If I miss my flight, just know I’ll deduct it from your salary.”
ALHAJI MANSUR was very angry. Not only had the driver come late to the house, but he had also decided to take the longest route to the airport and now he was running really late for the flight.
“Sorry sah. I been think say here go free sah, na why…”
“Shut up and just get me there”, Alhaji fumed.
The driver kept going, not a tit bit worried about his salary. For all his rants and outbursts, he knew he was practically indispensable to Alhaji. And after seven years of working with him, he was used to his temper.
Alhaji eyed his driver from his perch at the back seat. He knew what the man was thinking right now. That he was indispensable and that for all his rants and threats, EVEN if he missed the flight, no one’s job or salary would really be at stake.
He sighed loudly… the driver was totally right.
When they finally got to the airport, the driver flew out of the vehicle and got his bag out from the car.
“Safe journey sir.” He smiled wryly.
Alhaji just nodded and hurried off to get his ticket.
As the driver watched him walk off, he smiled as he took out his phone and dialed a number.
“Baby he haf go! Yesso, full cruise, I dey come naow naow naow!”
With that he hung up and was gone in a flash.
Meanwhile Alhaji had a problem inside.
“Sir, we’ve closed the counter for this flight.”
“What do you mean? I still have about fifteen minutes before boarding.”
“Sir, boarding time is one hour before the flight. I’m sorry but the counter is closed.”
Alhaji looked at the young man squarely and was about to go into one of his legendary outbursts when over the speakers, a one hour delay was announced for his flight.
Alhaji held his tongue and briskly walked to the counter to get his ticket.
Back in the lounge, Yinka was trying not to be too upset about his delayed flight. He surfed through the web and made some notes while whiling away the time.
He couldn’t help but notice that the lady beside him kept staring at him and flicking her Brazilian hair from side to side. Okay, she WAS pretty and this dress she had on…
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he cleared his throat and leaned slightly towards her, like he was going to start a conversation. Quick as flash, the lady put up the ‘I’m-hot-and-about-to-play-hard-to-get’ look up on her face. He struggled to keep from laughing as he kept mute and instead, reached out for the newspaper by the side.
He smiled to himself. Hmm, that’s true. I should call my fiancé and let her know the flight was delayed.
At this time, she probably assumed that he was airborne and en-route already.
He speed-dialed her number and waited as the phone rang. With more mischief in his eyes, he decided to put on the speaker. Maybe all the love talk will chase Miss pretty girl away.
Cassandra had her arms folded and was fuming silently. What a jerk! She could swear that this guy was taunting her on purpose. She side eyed his phone and saw he was calling “BABY”… and he put it on speaker for that matter. Only the two of them were seated there so it HAD to be on purpose!
She was about to get up when the call went through. But instead of a cute “Hello, baby” he was probably expecting, they could both hear, clearly, very very clearly, the sound of people making out on the other end of the phone.
Yinka froze for a full eight seconds with his mouth wide open, trying to convince himself (and failing woefully) that this wasn’t Pate’s voice in the background.
When his reflexes finally remembered to kick in, he quickly ended the call.
Save for his dark complexion, he would have been totally red in the face.
Cassandra cleared her throat and leaned towards him.
Slowly. Very slowly. Making every mini-second count.
“Is that like a ring back tune or something? If it is, I totally need one of those! Totally awesome!”
Yinka sank into his seat.