WAZOBIA: A Tale of Two worlds

Finding flight

It was only by God's grace that I woke up at exactly the time the bus stopped at California, if not, I would've been heading to Vegas.

I came down from the bus and almost tripped on the kerb ,which, I had thought when I first came to America, was eternally waiting to trip anyone who came near it.

I immediately picked up myself and sat on a bench.

I had never been in a state like this in my life. Not California, but the state of Absolute Confusion.

I absolutely did not know where to go because I absolutely had not roamed anywhere in America aside Illinois and I absolutely was sure that I would get absolutely lost if I even tried moving around.

This was stupid.
I decided to ask for help.

"Excuse me" I stopped a middle aged man jogging on the road.

"Please, do you happen to know the nearest airport?" The weight of my heavy bag made me groan in frustration.

"Yeah, it's actually quite close, you see that street ... Yeah, there... Take a left then straight on, you'll know it when you see it." He said

"Thank you sir" I said thinking

"No problem"
The man jogged away.

Where was I?

"Shit" i cursed as I realised I couldn't remember the street.

A gun shop not far off from where I was standing seemed my best option for directions do I lugged my bag across the road.

"Um, hey, you happen to know the nearest airport?" I asked the fat brunette man at the counter.

"Yeah, just go straight down that street over there and you'll see one."

"Thank you" I said, walking around the shop.

I was fascinated with all the different types of guns hanging in the light of despicable awe that I forgot there was someone in the shop.

"Woaw" I marvelled over a shining Silver pistol with platinum and Gold lining.

"Ma'am" the shopkeeper brought me to my senses.

"Oh sorry, " I said , picking my bag up from the floor where I dumped it.

"One more thing"
The man looked up at me from the paper he was putting away.

"Do you have daggers?"

"Yeah, they're right over there"

I grinned to myself.

"Gimme twenty"

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"Woaw" I stretched as I gazed upon the Emirates airport that stood before me.

It was spotless and obviously reliable - if I had watched my adverts right.
It had the state-of-the-art technology, comfortable seating facility, hospitable plane hostess, good food and probably all the luxury one could think up on air.

No way I was going there.

I would get killed just trying to get past the front door, no machine door flashes green when a bag with a gun and twenty daggers is scanned. Technology just didnt work that way.

I groaned.

I had to call my brother. I didn't know of what use it would be but he was a very popular person, wherever he went and he was the only other person i could talk to in the family who had been to America. I was counting on him.

I hid behind a dumpster at an alley to make my call.

"Yeah. Hello Kachi"

"Heeello! my beautiful sister, wassup?" My Brother annoyingly said at the end of the line.

"Kachi, no time to be perturbing, do you know anyone who flies a plane here, in America" I asked, not realising what I what I was saying

"Um, no... Wait,..."

"Just, tell me if you do, please"

"Okay there's this guy, I know you're defending the country and all but don't tell the authorities or any anything" he said, lowering his tone.

My brother, like everyone else, was oblivious to why exactly I came here.

"Tell 'em what?"

He gave a short sigh.

" I've got a friend who transports people, by air, but it's an illegal business. He takes advantage of shady people who can't fly through .. y' know, established airlines."

"Why do you need a personal flight anyway, aren't there airlines in California? Wait, that's a stupid question"

I rolled my eyes, my brother talked too much and he was annoying, yet, he was the only man I ever endured having a conversation with.

"I just ... It's complicated. So, where's he based, does he go as far as Africa?"

"Actually, I dunno, but  if he doesn't that means you'll have to take a boat from wherever he drops you en-route Africa." My brother said.

"Don't do that sis"

I let out a heavy sigh. That journey was going to be longer than expected - and dangerous .

Ugh, what should I do?

"Okay, stay safe"

I cut the phone before I could reply my brother.

I decided to reason on my own. What I knew was that ig took about half a day to get to Nigeria from here, which was about thirteen hours minimum, that shouldn't be much of a burden - by air anyway. I decided to call my brother again; at least if I could know how far that guy travelled, I would sort my myself out from there.