Back in Europe

   We arrived at the airport around 6 p.m.. We left the car in the parking of  Murtala Mohammed Airport, this name gives me thrills not that I have anything . The road was crowded and we had to leave in time so that i will not miss the flight. We walked from the parking. Charles was dragging my bag. At check-in they searched my bag 3 times. The lady working there told me i cannot go with the Hennessey drink that Alex forgot in my bag and i was hoping he will not remember it. The girl at the desk said something in pidgin English and i though she said that the flight is late and we can spend a little more time together. But Alex said she meant we were late and i believed him. We went to the checkpoint. I was looking around and nobody had a green ticket like mine with Alitalia. One lady excused herself and went ahead many people. I was looking time and it was getting late I was ashamed to go in front of all those people that were waiting for their turn. The raw wasn't progressing so fast then i red on the ticket that the gate is closing at 7.30 and that any delay is charged with 300 usd. I looked time again and it was 7.30. I was checking the board and i couldn't get any information on my flight. I told people in front of me that we are late we might be missing the flight and they encouraged us to move forward. So we did and we were in front in a few seconds. We passed through the gate soon. Bianca removed her shoes and i did not have time to help her wear it so i told her to run barefoot. 

      We asked which way we go and we ran on the conveyor. We came to the gate running, i put my 2 bags on the floor and i was pulling the door with both hands while other people were relaxing in their chairs. It was closed. Then i saw the girl from the desk. We wet to her and she  said we should sit down and wait because she will let us know when is time for boarding. We looked for a chair  and i as trying not to look at the other passengers faces. We found one seat near a young black girl. We sat for a while when the girl asked if that wasn't our flight leaving.There were  indeed but not 1, 2  Alitalia flights and one of them was just arriving. Bianca wanted water and i did not have naira to buy from the  jukebox. So the girl offered her own bottle of water. I introduced myself to the pretty black girl. She said she is also going to Bucharest. She did not believe me when i told her my daughter is mulatto. She said the she got her color from the beach. When I told Vivian that me daughter's name is also Chideraa she then said:
-Now I believe you!
-How can you, a white woman, bring yourself so low and marry an igbo man. I did not understand what she meant. Then she started talking about how simple her language is.i told her we should make a dean and i will teach her Romanian while she will teach me igbo. She laughed. She showed me soem pictures of her future husband. She  talked about his wife without any trace of jealousy. I envied her for that i cannot even imagine it. I am jealous by definition. She said he already has a son> that he told him she will give him 4 kids and that the man told her they will have many children if they will have enough money to raise them. She was excited and she said she was wondering how romanian man treat their wives. I told her not to worry. ..