This article is about a Diasporean's experience at the Muritala International Airport being mistaken for a deportee due to the way he is dressed.really funny stuffs lol

A couple of years ago precisely summer of 2006,I made a decision to go spend summer holidays in Nigeria. I was really excited after almost three years hiatus during the time which I spent most of my holidays within the Uk.
Symptomatic of diasporeans travelling back home after a long time, I was jumpy with a heady mix of joy elation shuffled together with a healthy dose of excitement, I was going to Lagos country club for ayamase sauce and local rice, I would reunite with the Vice Chancellor of University of Suya Faculty of meatology on Allen avenue .I could not wait to savour my favourite ewa agayin with freshly baked Agege bread, hard crust on the outside moist on the inside. I could already perceive the tantalising smell of that riposte from my flat in Salford all the way in ikeja Lagos.
Now that was the nice part of the story as it all goes downhill afterwards.

You can read the rest following the link below..enjoy

http://hibe-online.com/faworaja-chronicles/