DAY TWENTY FOUR
I got up early and got out. My first port of call was the Airport. The idea is to get my ticket for the last flight out and leave for Lagos today, whether or not I finish the clearance.
I did not get a rebate from the airline, which did not tell too well on their ability to empathise with their customers [...] But then, everyone has someone to blame; the Federal Government is always to blame. The problem seems to be with the recent increase in fuel prices for the umpteenth time in the last few months; the airlines cannot break even when they don’t give rebates or so they say.
By the time I got to the hospital, Brenda was already there. So we submitted our passport photographs. I handed in my leave letter and we took breakfast to Brenda’s husband on our way to the Secretariat. We got to the Secretariat and saw so many Corpers there. Nonetheless, we were attended to very quickly and did not spend up to fifteen minutes there. We will be doing no further clearance until November, I hear.
I first went to get my stuff from Ngozi’s flat so I could go see my flat before heading to the airport. When I saw my flat, I was a little disappointed. Ngozi’s offer to stay at hers is suddenly looking very appealing. The only thing is that I would not want to encroach on her privacy, and the place is really small for two people. Anyway, I cannot think about that right now. I just want to get out of here and go home...
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