As I bid farewell to the streets of Uyo, my heart brimming with anticipation, I embarked on a journey with my parents and grandma. The destination? The magnificent metropolis of Lagos City. Clutching my trusty briefcase, I couldn't help but be swept away by a wave of nostalgia, reminiscing on the cherished memories woven into the very fabric of this city. The echoes of children's laughter, the camaraderie of school friends, and the simple joy of plucking fresh leaves from our backyard for my treasured "afang soup" all danced through my mind.
Yet, as the car whisked us closer to the airport, I knew it was time to bid adieu to the familiar and embrace the unknown. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, I donned my headphones, seeking solace in the melodies that would accompany our journey. Beside me, my grandmother, a beacon of wisdom and faith, peacefully dozed, her prayers whispered softly in her native tongue.
As we neared the threshold of the aircraft, the magnitude of the moment gripped my grandmother's heart, rendering sleep a distant memory. With each fervent prayer that escaped her lips, I couldn't help but feel a surge of comfort and strength coursing through my veins. Together, we embarked on this new chapter, ready to weave our stories into the vibrant tapestry of the city that never sleeps.
The voice, of the air hostess woke me up from my sleep, announcing our arrival at the Lagos airport. My gaze wandered, and there, I beheld the sight of my grandma, her eyes filled with gratitude, offering prayers of thanks to the heavens for our safe landing. On the other side, my parents, like a pair of mischievous adolescents, exchanged playful laughter, their love radiating through their lighthearted banter. Their infectious joy was a testament to their enduring bond, reminiscent of young teenage lovers. In that moment, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of their connection, a testament to the power of love and the timeless nature of affection.
I also was grateful to God for a safe landing. It's funny how my parents don't care much about religion, i could say they're atheists but thanks to grandma, spending a lot of time with her has helped me share in her belief that Abasi exists. The creator of everything.
