The journey of my life

Life really is a journey. And I intend to live it!

My latest adventure is as simple as following my heart. But it is not always easy. A lot of people had a lot to say....and even more are worried. Should that make me stop living my life? No!

On Saturday 22 October I stepped on to an airplane that would take me away from my own country. I have a friend to thank for dropping me to the airport, I would not have been able to take everything I wanted to take if it wasn't for him! And I am still grateful for taking time to drop me.

The airplane took off at 6am Sunday morning and landed in Amsterdam where I had to wait for my connecting flight. The flight that would take me to Lagos, to where the love of my heart lives.

If I was worried? No! Not at all! It is a dangerous country, I know, but look at it like this. People are surviving there EVERY day! What is saying that I will not survive? And I know that Honey will take care of me and do everything in his power to make me safe.

But there was still something worrying me. It had been 9 months since we last met. 9 months!! Will we even feel the same way about each other? What have changed? How about the culture? What am I allowed to do or not to do? I know I can not kiss him at the airport. And the thing that worried me the most, will I even find him? I was supposed to have a nigerian line with me, but that did not work, I already know it did not work. And I had told nobody. I knew I will go anyway, and I knew that I tell anybody they will worry, and for what? There is nothing they can do about that anyway!

The plane landed, I filled in the last paper for my visa, I waited for my bags, and I used my own finish line to call Honey. At first it did not go, the network was busy, always busy, but I kept trying, I wanted him to know I was on the ground. I left him a missed call. But he called me back. I told him I am waiting for my bags, that I will be with him soon. Finally I had them all and was going for the exit, when I was stopped! They wanted to know what is inside the bag. I told the lady, I talked for some while and she said it is okay, I can go. I was then stopped by a man that wanted to see my yellow card, the card that tells them I have the vaccine for yellow fever. I showed that and was finally on my way to the exit when an other lady stopped me, she wanted to know what was in the bags. My first thought was to say that I already talked to that other lady, but then I was thinking I can just answer the question, it is easier. She wanted to see so I opened the bag for her. Then she kept talking to me when all I wanted to do was go out to see if I could even find my man. Finally she let me go and an other guy came to help me push the wagon. I told him not to, but he did not mind me, so I figured what the hell. I knew I had to pay him, but I didn't know how to get rid of him. But he helped me to call Honey when my line didn't go again, so somethings he did. Other than trying to tell Honey to pay a lot of money because customs now had found something in my bag. He quickly asked me about that and found out that they did not find anything in my bag.


One of my worries was that I would not recognize him after all this time. Even though I had seen him on skype and talked on phone, seeing him live is something else. I didn't even need to worry! I recognized him the second I saw him! He came to me and gave me a the biggest hug! And then we walked with his arm around my shoulders. To just be near him again felt so good!


We came to the hotel and his friends were there with us for a while. But then they left us. I think it was nice to get to know some of his friends at first, just to give me some time to actually land and realize, yes, I am in Nigeria, I am with the man I have desired for so long. For me to figure out what I felt about everything. So how did it feel? It felt so natural! Like he had only been gone a couple of days, not more than a week! How can it feel so natural? I still don't know. How does it feel to kiss someone you have not kissed for so long? I hardly even knew how to kiss anymore! It felt strange, but also good, and after a while it was like I knew how to again.