It was a flight from Leeds. I had worried myself sick about missing the flight because I made wrong assumptions about how long the drive to the airport was. It took nearly 45 minutes and cost £22 pounds instead of 30 minutes and not more than £15 I was advised by AYT. By the way, AYT is my daughter and travel advisor. She takes a keen interest in everything daddy does. We both can tell each others moods. She seems to smile eternally. But I know when those smiles are not there even when the teeth is flashing. I can always tell when I see those lucid, penetrating, questioning eyes communicating something else. This time she was questioning why I was going to Nigeria. And when I said to her that this trip was a holiday to somewhere different, the smiles came back. But I could feel the question she didn't ask. Why is Nigeria always bad news? Bombs in Kaduna; rustlers in Jos; billions embezzled in Abuja; ritual killings of humans in Soka, Ibadan; kidnappings in the east; oil installations blown up in the delta; Boko Haram insurgent attacks in Borno; political upheavals in Ekiti. How come there is never something positive coming out of this enclave.
