It was bad enough that I had Nancy to worry about and now Teni was about to become priority on my list, that is if what I was thinking was true. Why do young girls date married men these days, as if there aren’t enough single men to go round? I’ve even heard of girls that claim to only date married men because they treat women better and then I begin to ask myself if the same people don’t intend to get married eventually because I don’t think they’d find it funny if some other woman was running round town with their husbands.
Hearing what mum said just made me lose the little respect I had left for dad, I angrily stormed out of her room to confront Dad and lo and behold when I busted into his room, Teni was there lying on the bed with my Dad and kissing him, right there in our house under the same roof with my mum. I was disappointed, disgusted and in shock, I felt betrayed by my Dad. They both jumped up in shock when they saw me, they had probably forgotten to lock the door and I had startled them, normally I would apologise for busting into my Dad’s room without knocking but this situation wasn’t normal, as a matter of fact I was angry, I jumped onto the bed and started to pull Teni by the weave on her hair which I’m pretty sure my Dad paid for. “Get out of this house” I screamed angrily dragging her to the floor, “stop maltreating her like that” my Dad shouted coming to her rescue and pulling her away. I’d had enough of the madness, I picked up the bedside lamp and threw it at Teni, luckily she was able to dodge and run behind my Dad for cover.
“Leave the room now” my Dad ordered pointing towards the door, “I’m not going anywhere till she leaves this house” I replied folding my arms across my chest. “Get out of my Dad’s room now” I shouted to Teni, she hurriedly picked up her bag and scuttled out of the room like a little mouse avoiding a trap; my Dad followed her closely behind.
I called Steven later in the evening to report everything to him as the first son of the family, unfortunately, he was out of town for a business meeting but promised to be at the house as soon as he returned on Monday.
With everything that was going on, the trip to Calabar began to seem even more attractive, I needed to be away from the house for the weekend. I called Nonso immediately to accept the offer before he changed his mind and decided to go with Nancy instead. He was excited that I’d accepted to travel with him. Little did he know that I was running away from my own family problems.
I spent the rest of the week counting down to the weekend trip, it was just 3 days to go to Friday but it felt like 3 weeks, all the drama in the last fee days had worn me out already and I needed a breath of fresh air especially with the family meeting coming up and the new project with Nancy starting the following week.
The long awaited Friday finally arrived after what seemed like forever, I did my usual daily routine at work and even manged to finish a little earlier than usual, Sandra had to ask why I was in such a hurry and I explained to her that I was actually rushing to catch a flight to Calabar for the weekend with Nonso; I watched her go green with envy as I told her all the exciting details of the trip I was looking forward to, of course I added salt and pepper to make it sound even more interesting. “I really wish I was you right now” she said, “the only trip my husband has taken me on since we got married is our honeymoon”.
“Stop looking so sad, It’s not the end of the world” I said smiling, “don’t worry I’ll take lots of pictures to share with you” I teased.
Nonso came to pick me to the airport in a taxi minutes later. For some reason, there seemed to be a lot of traffic on our way, it was like the whole city was also travelling that day or had just decided to drive their cars along the route to the airport just to occupy space.
Luckily, we made it to the airport against all odds about 20 minutes before check in was scheduled to close. I jumped excitedly out of the taxi and pulled my travelling bag out of the trunk immediately the driver opened it, anyone looking at me would have thought I was being chased or running away from someone. I was acting like a little kid travelling for the first time; if we weren’t packed in front of the local airport, I’m sure the driver would’ve probably thought I was on my way to America.
Little did he know that I was already seeing myself in our hotel room in Calabar eating breakfast in bed. I had to hold myself back from shouting “Calabar here we come” as I walked through the airport doors. I refused to even let the porters help me with my bag and Nonso was wasting too much time looking for his wallet to pay the driver so I left him behind and went ahead to reserve a space for us on the short queue.
We were greeted with a smile by a cheerful lady at the check in desk when our turn finally came, “where are you flying to today?” She asked, “Calabar!” I replied almost cutting her short, you could tell she was a little startled by my rather swift response, “Calabar?” She asked looking confused, “the only flight scheduled for Calabar today left about an hour ago” she informed.
I looked at her like she was crazy, she could as well have said the trumpet had sounded and we’d been left behind. “what do you mean the flight already left?” I asked, “Is that how you behave in this airline? You zoom off before time leaving your passengers behind?” I began raising my voice , I was already getting ready to roll my sleeves up to start a showdown only for Nonso to tap me from behind interrupting me, “Babes” he said, “what us it?” I asked getting irritated that he was interrupting me, “you’re standing at the peacock airways check in desk, our ticket says Orange air” he said waving the ticket in my face, I looked at it for a few seconds and my face immediately turned red with embarrassment, I had joined the wrong queue out of excitement and was already making a scene for no reason, the lady pointed to the queue for Orange air on the right, I could tell she was trying hard not to laugh; I followed her hand with my eyes to the back of a long queue almost reaching the other end of the hall, it could easily have been mistaken for a fuel queue in the middle of the airport.
There was no way we were going to make it on our flight if we joined the queue, I stood there staring at the queue in dismay like a little child whose lollipop had just been seized, I could already see my breakfast in bed disappearing before my eyes, all my fantasies of Calabar came crumbling down like a pack of cards, the DJ playing in my head had suddenly switched songs without letting me know, all the “welcome to Calabar” chants that had been playing in my head suddenly changed to “eko o ni baje o! Welcome to Lagos” . I couldn’t believe it, after everything I was going to be stuck in Lagos for the weekend….