Lost in madness
I watch the other passengers settle in – businessmen in expensive suits, women with designer handbags, people who belong in places like this.
I don't belong here, but I'm going to enjoy it anyway.
The flight attendants go through their safety routine, and I half-listen while finishing my second glass of champagne. The plane starts to move, taxiing toward the runway, and my stomach does a little flip.
This is it. I'm really going back to Nigeria. Back to family and questions and expectations I can't meet. Back to everything I left behind.
The plane lifts off, and I close my eyes as we climb higher. The champagne makes everything feel soft and distant, like I'm watching someone else's life unf
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