I missed my flight!

...Omonoba...

On my way to Atlanta last Friday, I MISSED MY FLIGHT because I was carrying a Nigerian passport and had to go through secondary and tertiary security screening. Bless the English Language, it never runs out of euphemisms. I wouldn't dwell on this, the US Security system isn't to blame. Truthfully, I would like to spit out what was on my mind but what could I do? I indeed feel terrible that I am suffering for the sins of another and want to scream that thunder should strike Umar Farouk AbdulMutallab and that the sun should burn of his hair mm by mm until each strand is all gone and that at the same time, his skin should bleach. United gave me another flight and it wasn't that bad  because I had a lot of friends on that later flight. And Atlanta has been nothing short of amazing. My worn and cotton-thick brain was thinking like someone who hasn't learned to be rational.

Umar Farouk AbdulMutallab, may thunder not strike you because if for every thing I have done wrong, fire was rained down on me, my ashes would still be burning. But, let your chicken conscience be the judge of you before you face the almighty. It'll make things better.

On a very unrelated note:

I regard a few words as offensive...
Naivety...oh pardon, Na***ty, is the top on that list. And Ph***cs (physics) be warned, you are slowly creeping up to my list. But, there's a story I need to tell about this. COMING SOOn.

Peace***