Some shades of the night

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking…" The pilot, letting the passengers know the plane was about to land. Sally woke up, stretched a bit, and started to put her stuff together. She slept for most of the twelve-hour flight. Carrying out routine checks, the air hostess reminded her she needed to tighten her seat belt bring her seat back upright as the trip was minutes away from landing. She knew the drill; the only difference was, other times, she would be fully awake. The first part of her journey completed; one more flight before her final destination. John F, Kennedy Airport, New York, she flew through countless times. Travelling through New York served many purposes for Sally. The first being that it is a more diverse passageway. Though busy, JFK was friendlier to people of other races, and it had flights to almost everywhere one could imagine. Second, New York reminded her of Lagos, Nigeria, the city in which she lived. Residents lived majorly on the fast lane; plus, it is home to people from all races. Third, the traffic in New York was no different from that in Lagos, with police officers everywhere you turned. Everybody was in a hurry and very impatient with other wayfarers. New York was also not far from family and friends as most resided on the East Coast. The landing was uneventful; Sally picked her belongings then proceeded down the long walk to immigration. She finished with border duties, picked up her remaining baggage, cleared customs, headed for her waiting party outside, and her phone rang. "Hello mummy", it was her daughter calling. Sally could sense the panic, fear in her daughter's voice. She felt something was wrong, or her daughter would not be so afraid. "What now?" "It's daddy," and Cindy blurted out amidst tears. After a few minutes, she managed to say what the problem was. Cindy was angry, confused, and frustrated. Sally calmed her down, advised her to return to school and leave adults to resolve their issues. She stared at the phone, and it was her turn to be angry. "How dare he? What was he trying to do, and why involve their daughter? Was he even thinking of the girl's emotional well-being at all?" anneajadinspirations.com Instagram/arnajadi Twitter/arnajadi Facebook/anneajadi Youtube/anneajadi BOOKS BY Anne Ajadi: YOU WILL MARRY WELL GODS LADY IN WAITING WALK WITH ME IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF JESUS STRENGTH FOR THE JOURNEY HEART MATTERS, LIFE MATTERS NAVIGATING THE NIGHT SEASONS