In-flight jitters

This post should have been made at least two weeks ago, but maybe I am still to recover.

Flying has never been a problem for me, despite all the crashes we have had in Nigeria. Whenever I get on a plane, I hand myself over to God's protection, and to His glory, he has been kind and kept me safe.

Of course I feel the normal take-off butterflies everytime(who doesnt), but that is usually about it.

This tim however, I endured the worst experience of my flying lfe.

It ws on JAn 16, on my way to Accra for the African Nations Cup. The flight was virgin Nigeria.

Usually, I do my ablutions (err, and this includes everything else you do in the 'white house') before I leave home every morning.

On this day however, I needed to catch that flight--it was for 7am. When you leave where I leave (Ajah) and you have to be at the Murtala Mohammed Airport by 7am, you leave by 5:30am at the very latest.

So I left the number one as I didnt have time for it.

When we gotto cruising altitude, I decided to go do my 'business' in the head, as I had become so uncomfy I was sitting on one nyansh.

Wrong timing.

Almost as soon as I started, we hit the worst kind of turbulence imgaginable!

The aircraft was climbing and droping at an alarming rate. Of course, everything went back in.

One big dive had me feeling like I was going through the roof.

But I told myself that noway on God's good earth was I going to get out of that place without wiping and washing my hands, not even when the hostess announced that 'the gentleman in the lavatory should please come out and take his seat and fasten his seatbelt."

My first thought was how on earth she knew it was a gentleman in there. I quickly looked up to see if there was a hidden camera somewhere.

I barely had time to steady myself as we took another really big roll.

The planned climed, and I felt like I ws going to go through the floor.

This time, her announcement was for everyone to take the emergency position and await further instructions.

Luckily, the aircraft steadied a bit, which allowed me time to do the necessary and step out, and quickly take the first seat I could find, which was just in front of the loo.

By that time, I was sweating buckets, and happy to just sit down. Most folks were in the emergency position, and I quickly followed suit.

The plane continued to dance ajasco as as the pilot fought his way through the turbulence.

I didnt have the liver to go back in there, and waited patiently until we were back on good ole terra firma.

Whew!!!!