Bless our table
“This bag is too small. Is this all you have?” (Policeman at baggage check-in)
“There is nothing in here. Oga, you don’t want me to have my breakfast?” (Policeman)
“Maybe that’s why I didn’t put anything there.” (me smiling)
“Oga, if you have you will give, if you don’t have nobody will force you.” (Policeman)
“But bless our table, it is the first of November.” (Policeman)
“You are already blessed.” (Policeman)
“You too sir.”
I moved the bag to the next table. Policeman continues to talk.
The couple of ladies there (one in customs uniform) made no attempt to move at all. Just continued watching me expectantly. But they agreed with the police man by saying practically the same thing, “Bless our table; begining of a new month; etc.”
I just smiled.
Finally, they decided I should go on. But you could see they weren’t happy.
After dropping off the bag, made my way towards the depature lounge.
“Happy new month sir.” (The officer at the choke point)
“Same to you.” (me)
“Good morning … eh .. Mr. Itayemi. How are we going to celebrate the new month. There is a lot of blessings in this month o.” Hands back my passport and I moved on.
“Ha ha, let’s celebrate the new month now.”
I didn’t stop or look back.
At the immigration desk (where passport is stamped) before the scanners.
“Where are you going?” (officer)
As I walked away, “Happy New month sir.” (officer)
I smiled. (me)