I left Nigeria on 31st July 2002. I boarded
Alitalia airline at the MM airport Lagos
and landed in Accra on transit. We left
Ghana the same night and got to Milan
Malpenza airport in the morning.
The whole night was like a dream.
As i walked down the aircraft isle looking
up at the storage base for my seat
number. My ticket pointed to seat
Number 20A. Right behind the first class.
We were demacated with a wooden cabin.
I found my seat at the left side of the
flight. A strange and suspicious girl was
sitting on it. The lights were still on, so i
took a good look at her face first. She
was about 19 or 20.
‘Thats my chair’ i said confidently as if i
had been traveling with flight all my life.
She looked scared and surprised.
‘check your ticket’ i continued.
She opened a local handbag and brought
out her ticket.
I took a look at it and saw 20B. What!!!.
*I thought 21 Came after 20 in numerical
order, what is 20A and B again*
I was a little confused, so i settled on
the window seat, whether it was 20A or
My travel was easier and smooter due
to the fact that Amanda, my seatmate
was also a first time air traveler. She
was going to Napoli according to her, to
live with her aunty who had lived for 20
*I knew nothing about prostitution in Italy
then, so i suspected nothing*
After we had settled on our seats in the
aircracft in Lagos, Amanda started
talking to me. She was nervous as i was
but i did a very nice job at hiding my
”are you going to Italy’ she asked me.
‘I am going back to Germany’ i said.
I had been warned that my passport
shows that i had been living in Germany
for seven years. I was told to be careful
if immigration or police operatives
stopped me for questions but i decided
to start practicing it with my seat mate.
”what is your name’ i asked her.
‘Amanda’ she replied and continued
talking. ‘this is my first time to fly and i
am going to Italy to live with my aunty’
She told me how she had looked for visa
for years and how god had sent the visa
from heaven etc.
We talked until the main lights went off.
We were already in the air then. A few
minutes later, we had landed in Ghana.
We both stayed in the aircraft while
people alighted. Other passengers
boarded the craft and we flew out again.
After the announcement on how we were
supposed to survive if the plane
somehow crashed or caught fire or
landed in the ocean, the lights went of
It was time for proper introduction with
Amanda. Afteral i had lived in Germany
for seven years, i was supposed to act
‘what were you doing in Nigeria before
this travel’ i asked. The question seemed
to have caught her off guard as she
stammered ‘ I was a year one student
‘what about you’ she fired just to
interupt further questions from me.
‘ i returned to Nigeria to look for a wife
but i couldnt find any girl, so i am going
back’ i said.
* a nice line that has won me many
She smiled and started lectures on how
there were millions of girls to chose
‘non of the girls i saw in my village was
as beautiful as you’ i said again.
This time she laughed and relaxed a bit.
‘When you get to Italy, make sure you
call me so that i can visit you, i said as i
handed her the phone number of the guy
who was supposed to recieve me at the
Dusseldorf International Airport Germany.
My right hand that had given her the
phone number had somehow managed to
rest on her left thigh on its way back.
She said nothing as she put the phone
number inside her Aba made handbag.
My right hand had already started
moving up and down her leg as she
smiled at me.
I smiled back and promised to run from
Germany to Italy as fast as she could call
me on that number. i bent down her
head slightly and kissed her cheek.
‘ I think i have found the wife i went all
the way down to the village to look for’ i
‘na God’ she managed to say as my lips
were already closing in on her own.
‘ we dey inside plane ooh’ she said out
of fear of someone seeing us.
The old Alitalia we boarded had no
individual seat TVs as the modern
aircrafts. The crappy ones inside the
craft was scattered at about 8-meter
The faded lights coming from the one
over our heads couldnt allow other
passengers to know exactly what my
hands were doing. The height of our
seats also blocked those behind us to
As my hands was busy caresing her
thights and bosoms and sometimes
venturing into the pubic hairs on her
vegyna, i reminded myself that that was
as far as i could venture. It was better
than nothing anyway. I stopped kissing
her lips since the old white man sitting
across the isle on our right refused to
sleep like every other nearby
My hand was on her thigh when all of a
sudden, the brighter light came together
with the overhead speaker.
” Ladies and gentlemen, it is time to
serve you foods”
I snatched out my hand as if it was on
fire and settled back on my chair. The
Italian air hostess coming out of the first
class cabin looked at us as if she had
seen some misbehaviours.
‘ You can remove your seat belts now’
she said as she passed us.
*what!!, Nobody told me when it was time
to remove my belts, i could have had
enough space and freedom to do more
things with Amanda*
I decided not to remove the seat belt so
fast since i had told Amanda that i had
been living in Europe for years. I was
supposed to know when to take the belt
off, i presumed. I claimed to love being
*I was vindicated when we hit turbulents
over North Africa airspace*.
A cart was pushed towards us. We were
given juice, water, small portion of badly
cooked jollof rice with grinded chicken
meat. When they asked if we wanted
beer, i nodded in affirmative and i was
given a strange can of cold beer.
After the meals, Amanda said she
wanted to sleep, so i let her be.
For me, there was nothing called sleep. I
was determined to stay awake all night. I
had been doing that in Wake keeps, it
shouldnt be a big deal, so i stayed awake
until we landed in Milan Malpenza airport
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