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us machine roared to life. It was a Boeing 747, regis

ia's flag, ran the full length of t

e control tower. With nearly 300 hundred people snuggled inside. All dedicated staffs of the airport, all of who are wholly and fully focused on the work they are doing. Like most control towers in airport

it, waiting for the go ahead from the control tower. The flight was scheduled

ull speed and lifted off into the cold night air. This they set

f lights down below them in the ever busy city o

ew the flight across the Atlantic wouldn't really be a long one, but they all took their time. Some laid back on their seats, others were already sleeping or forcing thems

een a really calm and soothing journey so far. But at 1:47 am, just a few minutes to their destination, at a height of 38,000 feet, the loud wail of a baby erupted through the plane and into the

ane's toilet. And were met by the surprise of their lives. There on the toilet's

happened. They stood in stunned silence staring at the frail child and the woman, but the c

black American mechanic, Dennis Graham. Sandra had left her husband in the U.S and

er bulging belly had been to big to miss. They had remembered her from earlier when they were boarding the

the other women. An elderly woman among the passengers was busy, carefully trying to separate the mother and child, c

was happening. But each of them that peers in, hastily withdrew their heads as fast, made

he child was a boy. He stared blankly and blindly at the intrigued faces peering into his face. He wa

f her new offspring. A name clicked in her he

unway of the Nnamdi Azikiwe international airport, abuja. It r

nety eight they were when they landed at Nnamdi Azikiwe international airport abuja. One tiny little soul had joined on the flight across the Atlanti

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ing contact with the tiled floor as he marched on. At 6 ft 3 and weighing 211 pounds of

his physical features. His hair was cut low, skin low. While his bushy and arches eyebrows lay claim over a piercing and intense brown

oor was a plaque with the word "DIRECTOR" boldly inscribed on it. Henry knocked on the

ome

coarse voice from

ing. But that was anything but random. Only a few people know what that really is. It is a security pass and a signal initiated by the man

rly careful doesn't it, i

locking the door again. The inside of the office looks simple and unsophisticated. There was a desk with