By Oreoluwa Abidoye
It was John’s turn to check in, I look at his boxes, I am jealous of those boxes. I had thought of so many ways I could fold myself into the biggest one but I know that even if I can squeeze myself into the box I will not get pass security.
I watch the way security goes through John’s luggage like he is a criminal, I don’t blame them, this is only happening because of the international reputation of my country. I wish things could be different, lately I believe all my wishes fall on deaf ears.