I stood in front of the one thing I would miss the most in my house. My bags were already set and my parents were waiting for me In the car.
"I....I..will ... miss you". I whispered out thinking back to the memories I had with it and I couldn't help but let a tear drop from my eye. I hugged the fridge and promised it that I would be back to empty it. Yes, I know it's Weird that I'm crying because of a fridge but you can't judge a foodie.
As I got to the front door, I couldn't help but look around once more, breathing in the spicy smell of my home for the last time before stepping out and locking the house. The drive to the airport was filled with an uncomfortable silence and it was almost unbearable.
When the "Muritala Mohammed Airport" came insight, I was very relieved and happy that I wouldn't have to spend another minute in the car. By the time we reached the terminal and my bags had been checked, it was time for the water works.
I looked at my mum and tried to memorise her soft features. Saying goodbye was to hard for me so I hugged them tightly wishing this was a bad dream but NOPE, it was announced that it was time to board the plane. " Be a good girl and try to call us when you have the opportunity to". My mum said trying to smile but I could see it was hard for her to do so. My dad hated sappy emotions but his eyes said it all. He was sorry. I kissed them both on the cheek before boarding my death - umm sorry - the plane. I was relieved to find out it was next to the window . I pressed my face on the glass and whispered to myself " Bye Nigeria"
( Skip plane ride)
" Fuck" I whispered a little to loud earning a few looks from people. I knew I shouldn't have taken the plane food. I clutched my stomach while trying to get my bags and act normal at the same time. It wasn't working out well.
This is going to be a longgggg walk.
