Calabar Adventure - S01 E03

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Calabar Adventure - S01 E03

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

He helped with my luggage and my day in

got saved a bit; my mien expressed tacitly

that I was in no mood for discussing and I

was glad the two men in the car was able to

read and understand that, the journey

therefore was quiet. We Got to the airport at

exactly 8:30am, I am late I know, but I am

still of high hopes that the flight maybe would

be delayed.

Without dallying, I picked my bags from the

car trunk, left in a frantic race without even

closing the door. On getting to the ticket

endorsement counter, I was told my flight left

10mins ago.

Unlike what I hear, the Nigerian air transports

are as strugent as that in the UK! I was

perplexed because I have to wait for the next

flight which is 10am; and I have got an

appointment by 12 noon. I dropped my bag

in a secure spot and it occurred to me that I

was famished and the brunt was that my

Bleeping period came. How worse will today get?

Fred

I got to the airport eventually, not early

enough but right on time to avoid any

brouhaha for the non-refundable I have with

me; activities are going on intensely but with

an overwhelming silence, just machine

beeping, keyboard chattering and teller prints

disturbing the silence therein, I got my ticket

endorsed, “seat number 34” the dark slim

lady at the counter told me.

I found my way to the awaiting passenger

seats, sat and reminsced on the brat Ndifreke

gave a ride, she was annoying. No greeting

nor warmth from her at all, No good byes, No

thanks. She just left! She sat in the car like it

belonged to her father.

I dislike people without simple and very

common ettiquette, I can’t believe she didn’t

even thank us for the ride, leaving the trunk

and door open was the worst part of

everything. Spoilt brat. I hate the fact that I

was the one who convinced my friend to give

her a ride; I was misled by her appearance. I

thought she was relatable not knowing she is

some choleric butt0ckz! Why do people with

the most beautiful self have to be so cocky?

A Sekxy girl with a well engineered, tall,

hourglass figure like that be so annoying?

I was angry at her but that did not stop me

from admiring her, I stared at her throughout

the journey.. I was totally smitten. Using the

mirror, she was spotlessly fair, brown eyes,

her hair was long and brown; she was

restless and constantly she gave me a

glimpse of her nice set of racks. She wore a

shirt that showed me glimpes of her cleavage

whenever she moved.

Fair skinned girls aren’t my spec but this

particular one is making me reconsider!

I wished to tell her she was beautiful, but the

stupid smug she had on her face turned me

off.

I kept quiet all through the journey, so did

Ndifreke. It was no need breaking my mind

over some annoying 30mins crush.

I looked for the restroom to ease and my

interesting nightmare came to me again. I

saw this annoying crush of mine walking out

from the restrooms’ main door, in a new

dress; red skimpy and flare gown, her

averagely long and bald legs were in full

display, shinning gold anklet framed her

ankles beautifully, and a small handbag

round well placed on her.

She had bonded her hair this time and was

smiling at the security officer who probably

told her how beautiful she was, “thank you”

she said with a british accent, does she work

here?

Is she advertising something? – these are

few among the millions of question running

through my mind as I walked right passed

her, I was too egoistic to say anything or

maybe scared.

Uduak

Finally! its 10am, the said time for the d–n

flight. Everyone just like me is tired of

waiting, swiftly; we picked our bags and

joined the boarding terminal, “passengers for

Arik flight 2340 to Calabar, please make your

way to the boarding terminal.” This

announcement made my heart leap for joy.

I Boarded the plane and found my seat,

exactly where I didn’t want it, near the

window!

seat number 33! I sat on the seat next to it

and was praying fervently that the real owner

of the seat is levelheaded. Pretty happy now

that not even the wack traffic in Lagos,

menstruation cramps or flight delay is ruining

my day!

There’s is a God somewhere, the joy isn’t

making me feel too much the pain I was

getting from my flow, the dumbfu-Ck came

too early, I mourn a little at the cloth I had to

abandon in the airport’s toiler because of the

stain, It is designer and it cost about $350! I

am fine anyway; amidst the introspection I

was having; I remembered i didn’t even thank

those guys that gave me a ride, totally

skipped my mind, God bless them for me, I

feel bad for that, they will have a wrong

impression about me but again it is all good.

Fred

Somebody have got to be messing with me,

is this one of Ndifreke’s trick? My annoying

crush is right on my seat?! This is beginning

to spite me! But then, it is the best time to

admire closely, not through any car mirror,

but right next to me. “you are on my seat” I

said trying to be a savage, “Oh! I am very

sorry, I get nausea from seating near the

window, I was hoping we could change seats,

it will mean the world to me” – Something is

wrong with me, nothing! I mean not even my

angry nerves said no to her! – “No problem” I

said to her even as I smiled, I actually smiled

genuinely, where the hell is the rage I was

having three minutes ago?!