MY FIRST FLIGHT EXPERIENCE

The first day i entered the plane i was just greeting everyone like am in my family compound. The plane was about to move,they announced we should belt up,i said excuse me ma'am, are you sure this one belt is enough? Is this your first time of flying Sir? she asked ,it doesn't matter ma'am,i just don't want it to be my last,please gimme an extra belt and tell the keke pilot to drive slowly. The lady told me,my case is familiar and walked away.

I turned to my left behold as the plane finally took off, i saw my landlady in the bathroom naked in my "face me i face you compound closer to the airpot", I shouted abomination ooo and quickly closed my eyes and took my face away. The woman seated beside,touched me and said open your eyes boy ,flying is a good thing,i saw my husband yam through here before i finally went search and married him. The young girl beside the woman exclaimed ohh my goodness, yammmm!!! . The woman smiled and told her don't even think of it,am going for his burial,he died two months ago. The young girl said eyaaaaa,what a great lose,accept my condolence ma'am,this most be a very difficult moment for you,once again accept my condolence but ma'am is that your son seated behind? The woman shouted,take your eyes off himmmmmmm,he is the only exact heir of his late father. Hahahahahaha.

I arrived Calabar airport and headed straight away to my Friend's village where the burial of his father was to take place. I followed him and his family to the mortuary,the inscription on the entrance so got my attention , it read "what we were is what you are,what we are is what you will be. This has been on my mind since then till date and got me so soft.

We left the mortuary heading to my friend village despite several warnings i shouldn't go because they village is known for cruelty and feeding on human beings. I didn't believe that but there was fear on my mind as I was there but i could not afford to miss my friend father's burial for any reason.

We arrived the village around 6pm,i quickly located where they sale beer,took some bottles and got back to my hotel room. At down i started hearing "ah pluck head,ah pluck head." I stood up immediately peep through the window saw three guys approaching my door. I jumped out through the back window ,running seriously towards the road to look for the next available vehicle. My breath relaxed when i saw a Facebook friend,just at the point of pleasantry two guys with machete walked towards us saying ah pluck head, I took off with a speed of light again. I didn't even know when a vehicle knocked me down, I only regained consciousness later in the hospital. The nurse asked why i was running, i told her some people wanted to pluck my head. She laughed at me and said its not ah pluck head but aploke meaning good morning in their language.
LESSON: Controversy Exist because there's no Understanding. Understanding is the best cure to Controversy.