My Flight Delayed.

 


“You are vulnerable at the moment” my Besto warned me sternly, the resurgent heat of the Kalabari War-Canoe-House hot blood flowing through her veins almost bubbling to the surface. Abeg beware of vulnerable women, damsels in distress, vultures seeking a vulnerable man. That's my Besto for you, always looking out for me and mine.
So my 9.30 am flight from Lagos to Port Harcourt was delayed. Not an issue for those of us used to flying Arik Air if not for the fact that I had been at the old (now new) Domestic airport since 6 a.m. in a bid to beat the 7 a.m. commencement time for Lagos States monthly Environmental Sanitation day. The flight delays (it wasn’t only mine that seemed to be hanging in abeyance) plus “Sanitation” meant a packed to the rafters Departure Lounge. The good thing was that thanks to Madam Oduah the Lounge was more habitable than what it used to be….but that is a gist for another day.
There I was minding my business (as usual) when this spectacle of a Naija Bigz Gal violated my territorial integrity. ‘Yallo’ to the core, long beige and black weave floating like a halo above her head, nose ring blinking mischievously at me, not forgetting the gold anklet teasing the edge of her jeans, casually rolled up at the ankles.. top clinging to a pair of voluptuous right-sized boobs, fighting to restrain two rebellious nipples peaking through the fabric of her shirt...Combo of LV Carry-all and LV handbag in tow...she sashayed through immigration and security check, casually scanned the departure lounge and made straight for where I stood by “The First Group of Dubai's” display desk....'Excuse me' she barely mouths through her pouting blazing red lips as she flops her bag on top of the counter right in front of me...makes a show of trying to stuff / force her items back into the little LV bag then throws the bag on the ground....Holy of Holies!!! She slowly stoops over, backing me...sits on the now prostrate bag... Slowly wriggling a substantial backside....you know that feline wriggle, abi? Using her bum as some sort of biological compression / compaction device, while giving me a nice view of the beginnings of her G-string and an unhealthy dose of the crack of her bum. Just to make sure that I know she is a Bigz Gal, she calls across to another very ‘Yallo’ girl (this one much taller by virtue of a pair of 6-inch blazing pink shoes…a looker as well). "You see why we need to have our own private jet?"
Me? I continue writing this chat, studiously ignoring the covert invitation to chat..."No vultures my Besto said"...but this Vulture is a patient bird...so she waits. But her wait is in vain...Chat finished, I thumb “send” to my Besto…

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