Last Flight to Abuja... continued

...I awoke from my deep slumber of lust and mumbled my names, she said it's a blessing meeting you, that line was a warning note to my alert street sense, although dulled by the beauty and charm of this mystery wrapped in human flesh...I thought to my self, hope this is not the over religious type?,... I felt weak in her presence. This girl had the power to play with my heart. I saw cascades of a billion colours when she smiled, I saw the rainbow in her being, she was warm, our discussion moved through time it self, her name was Ella and her fragrance smelt like comfort on a saturday morning you just received a million dollars alert!...,the lady at the counter said 'sir this is the last flight to Abuja, would you love a ticket' by now I had all the information i needed, I said yes  and paid for my ticket,the truth was that i would gladly go anywhere with this girl now,even if she was going to Calabar I would have gone with her.....45minutes later we landed, the chilled air of the everyday Abuja evening confronted me with accusations 'why are you in love?' I smiled inside of me and said to myself, 'mama I'm coming home with a bride'....it is 6years now with two kids to be proud of... And I have learnt to know when something good comes knocking and how therefore to grab it, just as I did on that 'last flight to Abuja'....