Hi everybody time for a new story
Since Buky is from Nigeria she speaks some Nigerian languages (I'll try not to put too much though) but she also speaks Pidgin English.
So if you see TR: it stands for translation.
Murtala Mohammed Airport just like everything else in Naija was noisy. I could hear people arguing with the airport workers, the never-ending clanging of trolleys, people saying goodbye to loved ones and a few shouts of 'I dey go to Yankee'. TR: I'm going to New York/America.
"Abeg Buky, no bi sad. You dey go Yankee. If you no wan go, you no get to." TR: Please Buky, don't be sad. You're going to America. If you don't want to go you don't have to.
This was the fiftieth time my mom tried to stop me from going.
"No worry Mama. I only dey there foh one year. I go come back." TR: don't worry mom. I'm only there for one year. I'll come back. I reassured her.
"I go miss you." My dad said.
"Me too" said mom
"Me three" I said "Bye Mama. Bye Daddy."
I turned around and went to the check-in desk. Going to America for one year on a foreign exchange program was one of the most difficult things I was ever going to do.
"Miss. Wake up." I looked up to see a very annoyed looking flight attendant. Poor man. Taking care of an entire flight of mostly Nigerians for 12 hours has to be tiring. I looked around. Most of the travelers were already on land.
I stood up, thanked him and grabbed my hand luggage from the overhead compartment. As soon as my feet touched land I smiled. I was tired but I was in America. I entered the building and got my bag. I gave the taxi man some directions and I was of to meet my host family. I fell asleep as soon as the engine was on.
P.S. Here is the link to a Pidgin English dictionary for the rest of the story
http://www(dot)ngex(dot)com/personalities/babawilly/dictionary/pidginh(dot)htm
Love from Lola.