THE PERFECT MAN Episode 1 “We will be making our descent into Muritala Muhammed International Airport in approximately three minutes. Please fasten your seat belts and make sure your trays are clear and in an upright position. Please do not leave your seats until we are safely in the alighting zone. Thank you for flying Eagle Airlines.” I looked at the man seated next to me. The twelve hour flight did him no injustice. He was still as beautiful as he was when we had left. His beautifully sculpted face erased any earlier doubts I had. We had done it. We were about to land in Nigeria. He was listening to music via his headphones and nodding to the beat, oblivious of the fact that we were about to touch down. I entwined my hands in his as the 777 tilted slightly to the left and began a slow and steady turn. A sudden bump, a sign that the landing gear was released, jerked him into reality. He squeezed my hands. I turned and he planted a kiss on my lips as the aircraft made a final turn onto the waiting runway and ended with a smooth rumbling as the tyres kissed the tarmac. A loud rush of air giving pressure to the brakes slowly brought the plane to an Indy 500 speed, culminating into the final act of taxiing slowly but surely into the arrival gate. 'Welcome to Nigeria,' I whispered into his ears. 'Thanks babe,' he said in his foreign accent. TBC Read more episodes on our website plus other interesting things...

'Welcome to Nigeria,' I whispered into his ears.

'Thanks babe,' he said in his foreign accent.

He usually sounded confident but there was a trace of uncertainty in his voice. I couldn't blame him. This was his first time in Africa, in Nigeria to be precise. I was Nigerian and had doubts of my return, talk less of Bryan, my white fiancee. The boko haram insurgency did little to help my case, but we had to come back home. My father demanded it. He wasn't going to be a part of those families that used mannequins in place of humans while conducting traditional marriages. I offered to send a million naira home to settle whatever our absence would cost, but my father refused, he wasn't your average igbo man. There was no way i was buying myself out of this one. He wanted to see who he was handing  his daughter over to. I didn't blame my father too. I blamed myself. I shouldn't have made the call.

'Mummy, Bryan proposed!', I said, quite ecstatic

'Who is Bryan again?' She asked

Typical of my mother. I wondered why she didn't act like other mothers. They would be singing praises to God and calling their friends to spread the good news. But not my mother.

'Bryan is my boyfriend,' I replied 'I have spoken of him so many times mummy,'

'Oh, he's the one you've been living in sin with since you left for florida, thank God he has proposed. I was tired of praying to God for purgatory instead of hell,' she said

If only my mother knew the cost of getting an apartment in florida. Since I moved in with Bryan, it meant I was in sin and her Saturday calls to remind me not to receive holy communion on sunday drove the point home.

'So when are you coming back home,' she asked

'Coming home to do what mama,'

'To start the marital rites' she replied, wondering why I had to ask such stupid question.

'Pls send his full name, state and village, so your father can start asking questions. I don't want my only child getting married to someone with a history of madness in his family.' She uttered in igbo before cutting the call.

Lagos hadn't changed at all. The hustling and bustling hadn't stopped. People still moved like they were in a hurry. Even the nigerians that had just landed were rushing. We followed the arrivals sign to immigration, then presented our passport and arrival card at immigration counter and proceeded  to retrieve our baggage in the baggage hall, at the baggage carousel. We didn't carry much luggage because we were only staying for a week. Bryan carried our belongings as we went for custom inspection. There wasn't anything to declare so we moved to the arrivals hall after the inspection where my parents were supposed to be waiting to pick us up.

I first saw my mum and ran to hug her. There was to be no yankee forming, i  had missed her. She clasped her hands around my neck and wouldn't release me.

She clasped her hands around my neck and wouldn't release me. My father had to pry me away from her hands. There were tears in her eyes. Had I been away for so long? It was only 6 years. I missed them as much but with the latest technology, they were only a dial away. I made a mental note to call them more often when I returned to florida.

'Where is my son inlaw,' my mother asked in igbo

I turned around to look for Bryan. I had momentarily forgotten about him as I ran to hug my parents. He was right behind me, my white chocolate, looking all handsome and smart. I noticed some black girls staring. They were probably wondering how I got so lucky. They could keep wondering. I stepped back to introduce them to the latest addition of our family but he beat me to it.

'Hello folks, My name is Bryan and I'm your daughter's fiance,' his right hand stretched out for a handshake.

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THE PERFECT MAN Episode 1 “We will be making our descent into Muritala Muhammed International Airport in approximately three minutes. Please fasten your seat belts and make sure your trays are clear and in an upright position. Please do not leave your seats until we are safely in the alighting zone. Thank you for flying Eagle Airlines.” I looked at the man seated next to me. The twelve hour flight did him no injustice. He was still as beautiful as he was when we had left. His beautifully sculpted face erased any earlier doubts I had. We had done it. We were about to land in Nigeria. He was listening to music via his headphones and nodding to the beat, oblivious of the fact that we were about to touch down. I entwined my hands in his as the 777 tilted slightly to the left and began a slow and steady turn. A sudden bump, a sign that the landing gear was released, jerked him into reality. He squeezed my hands. I turned and he planted a kiss on my lips as the aircraft made a final turn onto the waiting runway and ended with a smooth rumbling as the tyres kissed the tarmac. A loud rush of air giving pressure to the brakes slowly brought the plane to an Indy 500 speed, culminating into the final act of taxiing slowly but surely into the arrival gate. 'Welcome to Nigeria,' I whispered into his ears. 'Thanks babe,' he said in his foreign accent. TBC Read more episodes on our website plus other interesting things... THE PERFECT MAN
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“We will be making our descent into Muritala Muhammed International Airport in approximately three minutes. Please fasten your seat belts and make sure your trays are clear and in an upright position. Please do not leave your seats until we are safely in the alighting zone. Thank you for flying Eagle Airlines.”

I looked at the man seated next to me. The  twelve hour flight did him no injustice. He was still as beautiful as he was when we had left. His beautifully sculpted face erased any earlier doubts I had. We had done it. We were about to land in Nigeria. He was listening to music via his headphones and nodding to the beat, oblivious of the fact that we were about to touch down. I entwined my hands in his as the 777 tilted slightly to the left and began a slow and steady turn. A sudden bump, a sign that the landing gear was released,  jerked him into reality. He squeezed my hands. I turned and he planted a kiss on my lips as the aircraft made a final turn onto the waiting runway and ended with a smooth rumbling as the tyres kissed the tarmac. A loud rush of air giving pressure to the brakes slowly brought the plane to an Indy 500 speed, culminating into the final act of taxiing slowly but surely into the arrival gate.

'Welcome to Nigeria,' I whispered into his ears.

'Thanks babe,' he said in his foreign accent. TBC 
Read more episodes on our website plus other interesting things... Reviewed by De SOUL ENERGIZER on July 08, 2017 Rating: 5

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