On Sunday, July 07, 2013 I was working on an Arik Air flight
to Kinshasa, DR Congo. I saw a couple of high profile Cameroonian clergy men of
my church, the Roman Catholic church at the counter before check-in that made
me very happy. They were his eminence, Christian Cardinal Tumi, Archbishop
Samuel Kleda of Douala, Bishop George Nkuo and some other priests. I felt sorry
for them because the flight was three hours late. They checked in and went to
the VIP lounge anyway. I went to the baggage sorting area, (Containaire) where
I was scheduled to work. After counter closure, I went to the ramp and then the
boarding gate to get standby sequences. I learnt that all the passengers had
boarded except the clergy men in the lounge. They had written down their phone
numbers on a piece of paper which they had given to the flight supervisor of
the day, Jareth, so he could phone them when the plane arrived. At the gate,
Jareth told me he had forgotten the paper in the office, so I was sent to get
it and take it to him so he could call the Cardinal.
Our office is very far from the A-32 gate where we worked, so
I was very reluctant to do the double trip. But I went anyway, a little irritated
and inwardly fuming at Jareth’s forgetfulness. As I reached the Police
immigration area, I saw….the cardinal! And his entourage! My heart almost split
in two halves with excitement as I walked to him to tell him I would
be accompanying him to the Arik Air gate (and very happy too that I was not
going to make that long double trip!) When I reached him, I couldn’t find the
right words to say. (The cardinal has a unique aura about him that always triggers people to act a little confused.) And it caught me too. I told him I wanted to accompany him to the gate. He turned towards me and snapped, “WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE SO
LATE?” Jeez, I felt like peein. “I’m sorry your
eminence, the plane…late but its on the ground now and I’ll accompany
you to your gate.” Okay. For the first time in my life at that airport I saw
the police immigration officers treat passengers (him and his entourage with
gentleness and let them go with ease.) That’s when I realized that I had not even
greeted the other Bishops. But I went ahead with the cardinal
as they followed behind.
The disembarking passengers of SN Brussels were passing by
and greeting him verbally, “Good evening your eminence, bonsoir mon signor!” he
responded to them all. All of a sudden, I saw a hand among the passengers sticking
out towards the cardinal. I was almost about to slap it off when I saw the face -my boss, Joshua Osih. The cardinal shook his hand and they
chatted for a while. Then I greeted him,
“good evening sir.” “Yes, how are you?” “I’m fine.” “How is work?” “It’s okay
sir,” (completely forgetting the whole damn flight was three hours late.) As
the cardinal and I went forward again, he asked me the days when Arik flies to
Kinshasha. By this time, I had calmed down, largely due to his remarkable humility which he is very famous for. “Your eminence,
Wednesdays and Sundays but sometimes the flights are cancelled when there are
very few passengers because it is a flight route which usually doesn’t attract
customers.” “Okay, I usually fly with Ethiopian Airlines and they go all the
way up to Addis Ababa before flying down to Congo. Or Kenya Airways. I travel
to Nairobi, then I have to get another plane to kinshasha, very long journeys.”
I was bold enough to ask him this question very politely.
“Okay, what are travelling to do in Kinshaha?” “We are going for an Episcopal
conference of Bishops from all over Africa and some other parts of the world.”
At that moment, one woman, an SN passenger walked to him and greeted him “Good evening your grace.” They chatted for about a minute and
as she left, he started telling me who she was and what she does for a living.
I kept saying, “okay, okay your eminence,” marveling at his simple nature. He was talking to me like a father would talk to his son. We arrived
at the gate and my colleague, my dear friend, Nnaeto Yvette started her own
share of stuttering. I withheld the
laugh. He answered while Jareth checked his passport. (I was wondering how
Jareth was going to tell him about offloading him from the flight, that is, if
his passport/visa was expired etc.) His carry-on luggage was checked and he
proceeded to board with his entourage.
Jareth immediately asked me, “Nkiacha, tu causait
qoui avec le cardinal? (Nkiacha, what were you discussing with the cardinal?)”
I laughed, “Moi! Je vais au paradis, J’ai discuté avec le
cardinal. (Me! I’m going to heaven, I chatted with the cardinal.” Jareth
exploded in laughter. “Et quand Je t’ai dit que vas chercher leur numeros au
bureau, tu etait un peu faché, maintenant tu est content. (And when I told you
to go and look for their numbers in the office, you were a little angry, now
you are happy.)
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