A white Boeing 747 private jet was moving slowly in the large field. It had landed a few minutes ago and was slowly driving to a stop. When it finally came to a halt, the roaring engines gradually went off. A few minutes later, the door made an electrical noise as it steadily flipped open. When the door was fully opened, a figure began to walk out of the plane. It was the figure of a fairly old man. He wore a green-white-green shirt and trousers. His name is Nigeria. He had come to do what he does every year. As he walked majestically to the ground from the plane, a fleet of luxurious cars, suddenly, began to approach the scene. It appeared to be a convoy. It was led by a sleek black Mazda Akira, followed by a dark blue C-Class Mercedes Benz. Followed by a shiny black TOYOTA Venza (with tinted glasses). Followed by a sleek black VOLKSWAGEN Passat Jeep. Followed by a very dark-red HONDA City 2013. Followed by a navy blue BMW M3 E46. Followed by two black FORD Explorer Jeeps (with tinted glasses). Followed by a silver HONDA Pilot. And followed by a NISSAN Altima R34 GT-R. When the cars all packed side by side each other, their engines were turned off and their doors began to swing open, one after the other. And then some men wearing dark blue business suits, plain white shirts, and bright colored ties began to step out of the cars, and began to walk towards the man who had gotten down from the plane. On each person’s suit was a small metallic logo with the name, Govrex Group. Nigeria stood and watched with a smile as the men approached him. When they finally got to him, he shook hands with each one of them, to not only welcome them, but also to great them for a job well done. Then he turned to the CEO and smiled at him. “We did it, sir,” the CEO spoke first. “Yes we did, son,” Nigeria replied, putting his hand on Obike’s shoulder. “I always knew we would. It’s all over now. All those years and we finally made it.” “Oh, and happy birth day, sir,” Obike said, almost forgetting. The rest of the men, too, did the same. “Thank you, all of you,” said Nigeria. “I’m proud of you. I guess I’m not getting any younger, am I? Today is my birthday, right? And we are also celebrating the completion of an assignment. However, there is a little something more I want you to do for me.” “Okay. Always at your service, sir?” “Take this,” Nigeria handed Obike a brief case. “It contains every detail about what I need you to do for me. I’ll be counting on you, son. “Sure thing, sir,” Obike collected the item and handed it over to one of his men. Nigeria then starched forth his hand to shake Obike. Obike took it and shook it firmly. “I’ve got to run,” Nigeria released his hand. “Okay,” Obike nodded. Then they both gave a soft salute, after which Nigeria turned around and began to walk back into the plane. The engines of the plane came roaring to life after Nigeria had gotten in. The men watched as the private jet began to make the run for takeoff. When the plane was in the air and was almost out of sight, the men all began to return into their cars, and shut the doors firmly. Soon all the cars started to drive back in the direction from which they had come, and gradually went out of sight, too. (Sound track: Not Too Late by 3 Days Grace) Happy Independence Day, Nigeria!
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 07:32:15 +0000
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