By Tony Ubani, Glasgow, Scotland
For a first time traveler flying into Heathrow airport could be a nightmare. Heathrow remains the busiest airport in the Europe and the fifth busiest airport in the world in total passenger traffic, handling more international passengers than any other airport around the world.
The massive Arik plane had landed and headed to terminal 5 and passengers streamed unto their different terminals for connecting flights and onward movement. Snaking around and connecting a train was another plight as I ran into a first time traveler who got swallowed in the crowd. One bad thing is that people hardly help others except you go to the help desk.
Almost everything is done by the computer. My African brother needed to get a boarding pass to connect a flight but was directed to do that on the machines that were everywhere. I lent a hand and he was relieved and rained blessings on me.
That was where my own trouble started. I had missed my connecting flight to Glasgow because of the delay in Lagos which was occasioned by Presidential movement(Nigeria is so good that once the President flies, airspace is closed to other travelers).
Sleeping at the departure hall was difficult with many passengers on the floor. Once the man by my side started belting out his snoring, I knew I was in for it.
Sooner than later, others joined and it produced synchronized sounds. Suddenly, a booming sound startled us and a lady quickly apologized that her tummy was churning. We exchanged glances and endured the smell. I always thought that it was men who were at liberty at unleashing farts. They remain the biggest perpetrators and make no apologies and feel no embarrassment.
Yet again, she emitted a loud, long fart, the type of sound you hear from those rickety exhausts of vehicles in Lagos or the vulcanizer inflating a tyre. I moved to a far corner, away from the booming sounds. But I felt pity for her.
But like Jonathan Tropper said ‘’Pity, I’ve learned, is like a fart. You can tolerate your own, but you simply can’t stand anyone else’s”. Early in the morning, my own tummy rumbled and I let out a quiet fart. After all, my own is not different.
She is a Blessing to Nigeria
Blessing Okagbare had given an indication that she was here for a golden run. Not many took notice of her dyed golden hair. She chose the golden colour.
After powering to a finish that crowned her as the Commonwealth Games Queen, her golden hair stood her out as much as her performance.
She was graceful and radiated beauty. The victory was so sweet so much as to see Jamaicans duo of Veronica Campbell-Brown and Keron Stewart play second fiddle and third fiddle(sic). At least, the memory of London Olympics has been clearly wiped out.
If alcohol is your enemy, love your enemy!
There are many things to associate Scotland with like tartan, haggis, golf or Robert Burns. But the most outstanding is whisky.
It is a national drink and it has been produced here for centuries. The Commonwealth Games is an opportunity to taste the finest Scot Whisky and savor it even after the Games. Frank Sinatra once said that alcohol may be man’s worst enemy, but the Bible says love your enemy. Indeed, alcohol is like love.
The first kiss is magic. The second is intimate. And the third one is routine. Thereafter, you plunge deeper.