This was sent in by one of my readers and I have her permission to share as long as I kept their real names out of it, so here it is:
“Who is picking aunty up from the airport?” I asked,
briefly taking my eyes off the movie I was watching, I knew I could not
drive as a result of a sprain I had, but despite my aunt’s meddlesome
nature,I also knew we could not just leave her at the airport, tempting as
the idea seemed.
“Jay, she already called to say she was at the airport” I spoke specifically to the older of my brothers “knowing aunty and all her
drama, this won’t be put to rest if she gets here in a cab o”
Jay stood up lazily and walked to the fridge to pour himself
a glass of water, muttering something about all Nigerian airlines having delays
and they would figure out who would go.
“Don’t look at me, I am not driving all the way to the
airport only to have her complain that I am not respectful enough or ass
kissing enough for her” retorted Ose, who was the youngest and a bit of a
rebel, so it was no surprise that he always ended up having one fight or the
other with Aunty.
Aunty X was not really our aunty, but our mum’s childhood
friend who always seemed to be on our case as she had no children of her own, I
guess she meant well most times though.
Just as we were still debating her pickup, she called :
“who is picking me up from the airport o, I don’t want to stay there and wait like the time we came from London. Ose came late and we had to take a cab which led to our being robbed on the third mainland” all in one breath she continued “Dana has just announced boarding, so someone should be at the airport!”
As soon as I got off the phone, I said “ Jay and Ose, Aunty X is on Dana, road trip guys, lets all head for the airport”
“trust her to take the one airline that keeps to time in the
country, why couldn’t she have boarded Aero or Airnigeria?”
We all laughed at this, because it seemed ridiculous to
blame her for flying an airline that sticks to its schedule. We headed for the
car, Jay driving and Ose calling shotgun which I totally ignored and joined Jay
in front, as we left Lekki for the MMA2.
We arrived at the airport and waited quite a bit, waited to
see aunty X walk out of the arrival hall to complain about the flight, Ose’s
hair (she hated his Mohawk) and probably Jay’s driving. But she never did,
Aunty X never got off that plane and as
we eventually managed to drive home after visiting the crash site, all we
wanted was to hear her complain and whine…but I guess we never will.
Adieu aunty X, we loved you despite the madness we seemed to bring to you, and we pray you find rest.
