I checked my ticket and it clearly said Abidjan to Lagos. There was no mention of Lome. Worse still, I rattled the various memories of a distorted world map in my mind and found no trace of a place called Lome therein. Wish I had taken my geography lessons in school more seriously. I racked my head again. Nopes, Lome had absolutely zero coordinates in the various compartments of my brain. I pressed harder. Error! No registration, no recollection, at all, it almost shouted back with halogen beeps! Darn! I started getting nervous. What was happening!?? The rest of the passengers however, looked unperturbed by the arrangement of this proclaimed disembarkation. Good, it meant we were not being hijacked at least! I clutched on to my seat belt and tried to peek out of the window. Clouds. Worst still, clouds without an address cluelessly wandering over the rich continent. Metaphorical, was it? I looked around and with some guilt, took out my Blackberry. No network, it said. Shucks! Where the hell was I landing and I could not even control the action in midair. If you have ever been in an airplane and have landed in an unknown unforeseen destination out of the blue, you would know what I mean! (Worst still, when co passengers sit with an expression that makes it look like the most natural thing to happen.) Two words from one of my all time favourite musicals flashed on my mind.... Hakuna Matata! The desi in me attested the thought... Jo hoga dekha jayega ( will see what happens). From my African sojourns for your weekend reading:) bkhush/dev/content/shudhh-shakahari-desi-hakuna-matata
Posted on: Fri, 06 Jun 2014 13:12:16 +0000
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