| Unruly Nigerian Travelers at JFK Airport |
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| Written by Phil Tam-Al Alalibo | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Unruly Nigerian Travelers at
By Phil Tam-Al Alalibo
I arrived at
At about 12 noon, Nigerians started arriving in their numbers for a flight that was to depart at 1:30 p.m., imagine this. Being an international flight, we were advised to arrive at least three hours before departure time. But Nigerians were not to be bothered and I dare say that this ignoble posture is the bane of our problems. Most, as predicted came with all their worldly possessions falling all over the place inconveniencing other passengers in a parked airport with no space to spare as they tried to stabalize them on a trolley or some kind of cart, it was indeed a pitiable sight.
One particularly gentleman had a small U-Haul trailer hitched to the car that brought him to the airport. I watched in consternation as he pulled out more than ten suitcases from the trailer and piled them all on two carts. From all indications, it appeared he was the only one traveling. What could he be doing with that many suitcases? Not surprising, the line was dis-organized as Nigerians tried to out-muscle one another. Tempers flared and patience was in very short supply (if supplied at all) as Nigerians grew eager and desperate. The immediate vicinity of the check-in area looked like a complete war-zone replete with gory chaotic
So you are traveling to
You have no shame," the other woman returned without sparing a moment, "at least, I have lace, the one on your waist looks like Okrika, a reference to second-hand clothing called Okrika Wakeup in eras gone. I prayed that no one was from Okrika (Rivers) amongst the Nigerian travelers as that would have meant an additional foray for insulting a whole group of people without provocation. Infuriated, the other lady sliced back at her tormentor with caliberated precision.
Look at this small rat insulting me, she said with much despise. If we were in
The other lady undettered, returned the salvo, So you are now Madam
You called me a witch in front of these people? (She said it in a manner that suggested she would have been satisfied if she had been called a witch in private). Wait until we get to
By now they were garnering attention and for fear of security agents swooping in on them for unruly behavior, a charge that might lead to the discovery of other illegalities such as lack of proper legal papers, etc, decorum reigned even tenuously as both warring parties encased their swords with a seemingly unspoken agreement to rekindle their hostilities once in Nigeria which will be a perfect theater for such recklessness. But at the counter, decorum had been set aside as I heard another set of Nigerians arguing very loudly with the counter attendants; had they used a bullhorn they would not be any louder. It appeared that every point was contested, every suggestion rebuffed and every refusal by the airline staff cast in racist light.
Even the obvious was debated and argued to no shameful end as the Nigerian passengers basked in an ugly spat of babarism. Of particular interest was a gentleman whose bags were over the weight limit, arguing veraciously with the attendant that they were within the 70-pound limitation. When they were weighted again, the least weight was 92 pounds, 22 pounds over the limit. In a bid to embarass him, the attendant "announced" this information to our hearing. Even his hand luggage weighed 32 pounds when the limit was 10 pounds. With overwhelming evidence that convinced everyone else, he continued to argue until security was called to haul him aside to allow others to check-in. I saw him in a corner with his suitcases trying to rearrange the contents after he lost the battle with the attendant. I was curious and went to sit next to him watching as he tried the impossible. In one of the suitcases, I saw what was tantamount to Wal-Mart - toaster, mouthwash, hotplates, stereo, radios, speakers, cloths, dry fish (from US to Nigeria? For what?), laundry soap, picture frames, cordless phones, etc. All these were in one suitcase leaving one to wonder what could be in the others perhaps, his house and car?
It was 1:30 p.m., the set departure time for the flight (although an announcement had been made advising that the flight will be delayed for about an hour and half) and the line was getting longer. The intrigue here was the fact that the arriving Nigerians were not aware that the flight had been delayed and without this knowledge they arrived at the original departure time printed on their tickets. As they arrived, they did so with
On a closer look at the line, I saw a young white couple with very little luggage, indeed, only two small bags. Yet again, my curiosity got the best of me and I approached them. I asked how long they intended to stay in Nigeria? They indicated that the lady's parents were Baptist missionaries in Owerri and they were going on a visit for about a month and half traveling through
Is this a microscopic evidence of the larger problem of greed and avarice that have ravished our nation and earned it the most corrupt country in the world year after year? Why do Nigerians feel the need to travel with the world in their suitcases? I was told of a young Nigerian gentleman of great scholarly reputation who traveled to the US from Nigeria with only a small suitcase. Rather than heaping praises on him for traveling light, a feat rarely seen amongst Nigerians, the US Immigration and Custom Services interrogated him suspecting a foul motive for his trip. All this was based on his arrival with a small single suitcase for a three-week working visit. Satisfied that he was a visitor with noble intentions with no criminal past, they joked with him that if more Nigerians traveled the way he did, their jobs would be made easier.
Just as the counter concluded the luggage check-in for the flight and was about to announce the precise boarding time, a lady, almost breathless, well wrapped in Nigerian attired with a headgear as high (if not higher) as the control tower of the airport rushed in with two small children in tow and a gentleman who was laboring under the weight of several well-stuffed bags. She bulldozed her way to the now sparsely populated counter and had the following words with the white attendant;
Please, I am here for this flight, she said breathing uncontrollably and holding unto the counter for support.
Please, I must fly today, pleaded the desperate Nigerian whose lateness bore ample evidence of the loathsome burden of a nation. The attendant looked at her watch as if to say, why didnt you arrive on time?
I am sorry, but we have to check you in on the next flight, assuming we have seats for you and the small passengers, the attendant said politely but with a measure of finality that sealed the fate of the latecomer.
No, I must join this flight to meet an occasion in
If only Nigerians can learn to be on time...
______________________________________ The author can be reached at alalibo@gmail.com
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Posted by Robot| 17.01.2007 19:00