Chapter 1 : Her Arrival

Complete Version Chapter 1

Hello everyone, hope you are enjoying reading my mini book. I completed chapter 1 finally and now you can read the completed version below. Feel free to comment or write me.

Chapter 1 : Her Arrival

Good Morning, Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Arlanda Airport. Local Time is 9.00 am, and the temperature is 36 degrees, Celsius. Our arrival gate is Gate G34.

For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seatbelt fastened until the seatbelt sign is turned off. This will indicate that you can move around and caution when opening the overhead bins.

Please remove any personal belongings you may have brought on board.

If you require departure assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have exited the aircraft. One of our crew members will be pleased to assist you.

On behalf of KLM Airlines and the entire crew members, thank you for flying with us and we look forward to seeing you again.

The seatbelt sign turned off; she wished she could run out from the miserable 11-hour flight. To herself, she said, “Thank you, Baba, for a safe journey, it is not easy to fly at all.” She could not wait to share with her family how it felt to be on the air. She was so proud of herself, the first one in the family to fly on an airplane. Can you imagine that, oyinbo land? She thought to herself.  

“Ah look at the line,” she sighed. She remembered the line she experienced at Murtala Mohammed Airport in Lagos. It took her almost an hour to board , she had to bribe the airport customs to allow her board the plane on time. And now  It will take her another forty minutes before she can exit. Gosh! Sitting between these two men was the worst feeling ever, she thought to herself again. She wanted to get her bag but could not remember the man’s name even though he had mentioned it several times in his long conversations.

“Excuse me; I want to get my bag.” She said.

“Again, my name is Osaze. Can I help you get it?”  The man asked.

“Thanks.” She grabbed her bag from him and turned quickly.  Finally, the line was moving; she began to walk fast.

“Thank you, Have a great day!” she nodded her head towards the staff and kept walking fast. It felt good to be on the ground, and to her, everything was shining from top to bottom. The high ceiling had the different level of lights hanging from it, painted in white color. The floor was made with marble ceramics, with repeated patterns and it was spotless. The best part was, there was no smell or warm atmosphere to embrace you from the entrace. The small stores with restaurants, the boutiques, and food courts were very organized. She admired the way everything was in place, as she continued walking, looking up and down.  She followed the people in front of her because she knew they were heading for the luggage terminal.

   “Ah, these rolling stairs again” she struggled with the escalator in Amsterdam and now another one. She jumped on and off the escalator, inhaled deeply and continued walking. Her luggage was part of the first set to roll out; she quickly carried it and kept walking fast.  

   “Hi, Please where can I make a phone call,” she asked the two ladies standing close to her. “Emmm, the call can make with eight kronor” one of the ladies responded. Efe did not understand. She replied back with a “Thank you.” Is that English? What are eight kronor?  She thought she had only asked them where she could make a phone call, she wondered.

   “Excuse me, please where can I make a phone call?” She asked the two couples standing in front of the restroom.  “Oh, the currency exchange kiosk is over there. You need eight kronor to make a call,” the woman replied. Efe thanked her and headed for the currency kiosk to compare rates. She was worried that her two dollars were not going to be enough.

   “Ma, do you need help?” a young lady from behind the glass window asked. According to her tag, her name is Ida.

    “Oh yes! How much does it cost to change two dollars to kronor,” Efe asked.

   “The buying rate is seven kronor and twenty-five ore per dollar…Emmm that equals fourteen kronor and fifty ore.” Ida replied.

   “Is that all I can get for two dollars?”

Yes, ma! Ida replied.

Ok, no problem. She opened her handbag and slid the two dollars under the glass window.

While she was waiting, she calculated in her head how much would be left after the phone call.

   “Here you go ma, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen kronor and fifty ore.” Thank you, ma.

   Efe was trying to smile back, but she was too disappointed with the situation. So, she faked a smile and walked away without saying anything. In front of the phone booth, she brought out a paper that had a number written on it and dialed it. The phone was ringing; she hoped that somebody would pick up so that her money would not waste.

“Schola’s phone, who am I speaking with?” the woman asked.

“Aunty is me, Efe. Am at the airport.”

“Thank God for the safe journey! Where exactly are you? Anyway, start coming to the front door close to McDonald’s. Am standing there waiting for you.”  Aunty Schola was done with her instructions. “Ok ma, I am coming,” Efe replied.

At this point, she was very happy. She has not seen her Aunty for ten years now and would not be able to recognize her. While she was thinking, someone was yelling from behind, but she kept walking.

“My sister, my sister!” the person yelled from behind. She knew that was not for her since all her siblings and family members were way back in Ikeja. A man ran from behind her, to stop her by standing in front of her.

“You again, am not your sister o?” Efe said to him in anger.

“Please, do not talk like that, remember we talked throughout in the plane” Osaze replied.

She knew he was the one doing all the talking none stop.

“But that does not mean you are my brother. Ok, what is it?” She asked.

“See my sister, sorry, Sister Efe I need a favor.” He clears his throat before asking.

“What is it?” Efe asked angrily again.

In a soft tone, he said, “I do not have anywhere to go, please can you take me with you.”

First, she laughed without making any eye contact. Then she asked sarcastically, “Are you ok?”

“I know, I know, it is crazy, but I do not know where to go from this point,” Osaze said to her.

“Ok let’s go, but I am not sure my host will have enough space in their house,” Efe replied without making any eye contact. She continued walking very fast without looking or saying anything to him. It was too much for one day, and she could not be bothered. She could hear him running behind her and did not care to slow down.

“Efe, Efe, Efe my pikin.” Her Aunty Schola ran towards her and hugged her very close to her chest. Efe could smell the perfume under her armpit. She looked at her face from the side, looking for something that reminded her of Aunty Schola from childhood. But nothing was there, and she was light in complexion, and her skin was smooth as a baby.

“How was the trip?” Aunty Schola asked.

“It was all right ma, but it was too long. The food was nothing to write home about.” Efe replied.

“I know my pikin, but you are here now.” Aunty Schola was happy to see her and smiled with so much joy in her heart.

Good morning ma, Osaze greeted Efe’s Aunty.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“I am nobody, but I asked your niece for a place to lay my head. She said I should come and ask you for myself.” Osaze spoke in a soft voice tone.

“Ennhee,” she eyed him from his head to his toe. Then from his toe back to his head.

Then she asked, “Where are you from?”

“Aunty am from Barcelona but am originally from Nigeria.” He replied.

“Where in Nigeria?”

“Igueben, ma.” He replied

“Ghee o, Esan we ki? Bo dia ye?” Aunty Schola asked.

“Ofure ma,” Osaze replied.

“Obo kian,” Aunty Schola replied. Efe was looking at them strangely.

“Normally I do not let strangers into my home, but we will talk later. Let us go; my car is parked outside before these crazy people put a ticket on it.”

She grabbed Efe by her left arm and helped her drag her luggage. Osaze followed them from behind and was hoping that she would have something delicious to eat at home.  

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