Dear Arik Air,
I hate you.
You are a nightmare for anyone who likes to plan things in advance, like I am.
I hate the fact that as ‘Nigeria’s biggest commercial airline’, you’re meant to be on par with the rest of the world, but you allegedly cancelled a route because you were not given a landing slot for free at Heathrow.
Nobody gets free landing slots, stupid.
Why would you re-route me to Lagos without telling me? Are you mad? Just so you will not give me my money back, okw’ya?
I hate that it’s people like me that have to pay for your squabbles.
I had to pay £300+ extra; I am a poor writer-cum-full-time mother. I do not have £300+
I had to get a reduced luggage allowance from 30kg to 23kg; I have a young child. I need that allowance.
To add salt to the wound, I can no longer carry my beloved beetles because these ndi ocha will surely not let me.
I can feel grey hairs of lividity growing in my armpits.
Now I look like Aji buusu from scratching my head and body all morning. Yes, being poor makes you itch.
I hope you’re happy.
P.S: You suck. Continue reading