Airport Chronicles: Oyinbo People Are The Worst!
I’ve been traveling a lot in the past 5 days. Yesterday as I got off the plane from one Oyinbo country to another and walked towards immigration, my hand luggage hit a bump. As I looked back to pull it over the bump, I noticed a tall black man looking at me and then immediately shifted his gaze to my bum. (His wedding band was shining bright like a diamond by the way). In my mind I’m like “pervert oshi”
I had a feeling he was still staring. I looked back again and noticed he was walking purposefully towards me, still looking at me and then my bum. So I walked faster and got in line
The audacity of this man! He actually cut the line, muttering to people “excuse me …excuse me I just want to drop something for my sis over there”. Sister how? Why do black people assume we’re bloodline just because we’re the same skin tone? You better get away with your cheating self. Read:Airport Clinic Chronicles: My Yellow Card Experience
I braced myself , ready to give him the death stare and silent treatment
When he got to me, he moved uncomfortably close, I quickly pulled back and gave him a dirty glare. He moved closer again and said “Hi. I don’t mean to disturb you but the flap of your body suit has been dangling behind you since we got out of the plane, I was trying to…” At this time I wasn’t listening anymore, my hand had immediately moved to my bum area and I realized the body suit flap -which I had unbottoned to get comfortable on the plane- was embarrassingly dangling over my belt!!!
Oh God of Zachariah, why am I always so clumsy?
I thanked him shyly while I tucked in the flap even though all I wanted to do was disappear. And these wicked Oyinbo people standing behind me couldn’t even say anything about it to me?
***This is an old post. Reminiscing on shenanigans of previous trips as I’m about to go on another shortly. Super excited***