Dorathy smiled and slipped on her eyeglasses as she
descended the stairs of the plane that had just touched down Lagos airport from Amsterdam. When she finally collected her luggage and decided to make her way through the airport to the exit,she kept looking out for her fiancee; she have not seen him for six months and was rather ready to jump into his arms. They has been dating for three years and its was more of a distance relationship, because while he lived in Lagos, she lived in Amsterdam where she work as a doctor.
She did her best to make sure that the relationship worked and that was by making sure they see each other, at least four times every year. He came over twice and she came visiting twice. But this year had been different; they had not seen each other for six months, non of them could make it and one thing or the other kept coming up that prevented them from traveling.
When she got outside the busy airport, she paused, looked left and right for any sign of her fiancees car but their was no sign of him. Having a deep sigh of disappointment that he had not come to pick her from the airport as usual, she placed a call thrice but non of her Calls was received, so she decided to wait a little bit, presuming that he was probably just caught up in traffic.
After waiting for almost thirty minutes, her patience wore thin and she grew weary. She had had a long flight from Amsterdam to Nigeria and the last thing she needed was to be helpless, standing in front of the airport when she should be resting after taking a refreshing shower. sighing again, She reluctantly got into one of the waiting cabs and gave the driver address of her fiancees house.
While the Journey to his board began through the congested roads of Lagos, she began to suddenly fume. Samson had better had a good reason for standing her up at the airport. What could be so important that he couldn come to pick her up? He wasn even taking her calls, nor had he called earlier to inform her that he would be unable to pick her up. She was looking forward to having the best day, but thanks to her fiance, he had succeed in effortlessly ruining it for her.
While in the cab, she called his phone again, dialing it four times but her calls still went unanswered. Puzzled no, Dorothy began to worry. Was Samson OK? Was he sick or did something bad happen? Well, she had no answer to all these questions flitting through her mind and she knew that the only way to get answers is when she gets to his house and see him in person. Well, it was still early until the morning, almost 7:45a.m and she guessed that Samsung must be in bed and his phone was probably set in vibration or s