The Departure

I looked back at my family; all of a sudden one of the hottest days in October became the coldest for me. Flash backs of my childhood consumed my memory.

Looking at my mother for the last time reminded of the days my brother and I were young.

My parents got divorced when I was about 7 years old.

Prior to that, life was sweet as far as my memory goes back. I had everything, a mother that cared for me, and a father that provided and protected me relentlessly. I had everything a child ever wanted.

Then came the dark days.

According to my mom, my dad started having affairs with other women after he became wealthy. The more money he made, the more he went out on alleged “company trips”. He would be out of the house for days.

That drove my mom crazy. She would spend nights crying asking God what she had done wrong for her to deserve all that pain.

“Mommy don’t cry. Please mommy don’t cry, when I grow up I will make daddy pay for all this.” I uttered these exact words as I wiped the tears from my mother’s face with my tiny palms.

I remember how my dad would hit my mother. As a 7 year old, the only thing I could do was grab and hold on to my father’s legs while he pushed my mother back and forth. The once loving family I had was no more. It got so bad that my dad used his money to get my mother arrested. Can you imagine? My mother lost custody of us (her children) and got sent to prison for over a year because of my selfish dad.

Looking back at my family at the airport made me relive my past once more. I felt the anger, the pain and the frustration once more.

Saying goodbye is always the hardest thing for me to do especially when it comes to my mom.

After my parent’s got separated, my dad married this evil woman I later called step mom and I was only allowed to see my mom three (3) times a year during school holidays.

I would tear up and cry uncontrollably every time my mom would come to see me because I knew the next time I would see her again would be after 3 or 4 months.

“Sir! Sir! Sir! Excuse me young man; you will make me miss my flight. Can you hurry up and keep it going.”

Hearing these words brought me back to reality. I am at the security checkpoint and I am about to fly out of Zambia soon. After I came back to my senses, I picked up my suitcase and moved and 45 minutes later I was on board.

Here is how our Flight to Moscow’s Domodedovo airport was arranged. We used Ethiopian Airways from Lusaka to Cairo, had a stop over in Cairo then proceeded to Moscow but before I rush the story let me just acknowledge how pretty Ethiopian women are, goddamn, I mean, the air hostesses on that flight were so exotic. It took us about 2 hours or so to reach Cairo, Egypt and from there we got on a connecting flight to Moscow.

After hours of gliding in the air in a metallic vessel we call plane, I was now weary and just wanted to reach my destination.

To be continued.