The airport is a twenty eight minutes drive from the city and that seems the hardest thing for Arnold to do. He tried convincing me about the trip to Benin to meet a lady I know nothing or little about. That’s for him but as for me it seems we’ve known for eternity. My flight was for nine o clock thus by seven thirty I was at the airport. She wasn’t asleep either; she was following my schedule of movement. The announcer was constantly announcing delays in flight and I wondered if that won’t happen to me, but surprisingly at exactly nine am, I was air bound. I composed myself like I was going for an introduction. I started rehearsing what I will do when I land in Benin. She is coming to the airport to pick me and I really can’t explain what was running through my mind any longer. At departure I was nervous but I didn’t show it. I slowly walked out of the arrival lounge with my suitcase intact. A car pulled out from the car park and here I am live in Benin to be ...
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