You know how I once swore never to use Murtala Muhammed Airport, Lagos? Well… guess who found herself right back there after over a decade? Yep, me. Life really has a way of humbling you.
Let’s rewind. Years ago, I had such a horrendous experience at MMA on my way to Dubai that I literally changed my return ticket to Abuja. That was how badly I wanted to avoid that airport. Fast forward to 2024, my brother was getting married in Lagos, and I had zero reason to be in Abuja. But what did I do? I kept checking flights to Abuja! Old habits die hard, right?
The prices were ridiculous, yet I refused to check Lagos flights because, well… MMA trauma. Five days to the wedding and still ticketless, my friends sat me down for an intervention: “Aunty, check flights to Lagos, or you’ll miss the wedding.” (Which was not an option!)
Reluctantly, I searched for Lagos flights, and surprise the prices were actually reasonable. Plus, flying into Lagos made total sense since the wedding and my entire family would be there. If I had flown into Abuja, I’d still need another ticket to Lagos and with local flights being the wild card that they are, I’d probably end up missing the wedding anyway.
Reluctantly, I searched for Lagos flights, and surprise the prices were actually reasonable. Plus, flying into Abuja would mean booking an additional ticket to Lagos and wasting a whole day on unreliable local flights. It was time to face my fears and book that Lagos ticket.
So, after much internal whining and dramatic sighing, I booked my ticket to Lagos. I was mentally prepared for chaos lost luggage, unending lines, and perhaps even a public meltdown. And the worst part? I was traveling alone, with no one to share my inevitable suffering.
I braced myself for the worst. I prepped for chaos, packed extra patience, and reminded myself that I was doing this for my brother (my favorite sibling!).
Plot twist I had a great time! Okay, except for the endless immigration line and the mini heart attack I had while waiting for my luggage (convinced it had gone missing). Other than that, it was smooth sailing.
On my way back, everything was a breeze, check-in was seamless, immigration was a walk in the park, and I even had time to grab a drink and relax. Who knew Murtala Muhammed could be so…normal?
So here I am, eating my words. I might even mess around and fly through Lagos again! The moral of the story? Never say never! Life (and airports) might just surprise you.
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