RELAX: Even when things seem out of control, God isn’t!

I was strolling round the departure lounge of the JFK Kennedy Airport with rather hazy thoughts.

The bad whether did me no good. The late arrival of my connecting flight from the Dulles airport to the JFK made me miss my flight back to Nigeria, and that meant I had another 2 days boring wait.

I had three stuffed suitcases; “shopping-heavy”. Had Heavy suitcases, but an empty purse. Nothing left on me. That was July 2006, my first travel to the USA, a trip that got me dancing on ice with smiles’.

I was nearly at the brink of emotional ‘seizures’ how am I going to go back, having to pay for a travel penalty i didn’t quite earn, another 120 dollars or so…?

I managed to say a prayer to God. As I have learnt to do in my most crunching moments.

I knew i wasn’t going to get stuck, but also not quite sure the route my miracle was going to come from.

Not long, a man sporting a heavily-starched brocade, Nigeria-wear, leaned over and asked “young man are you alright”?

Caught in between a fuzzy feeling of optimism and in another breathe, a low amount of courage to speak up, I managed to tell out my ordeal.

I was in the “hands of a money bag”, a Nigerian politician, a co- traveller who happened to be on same flight as me, and missed the flight like I did.

Short tale: We travelled together to New York where we spent our 2 days- in- wait. And in no time we were in Nigeria, and in my house safe and whole, laughed and laughed as we had tea and a brisk breakfast and he travelled back to Ondo state, where he resumed his job as a member of the house of assembly.

He was a disguised angel God sent to pick my bills in dire moment.