My flight was at 10:55am.

I left the house at 4:30am because Nigerians and travel anxiety are twins.

Everything was fine until I reached the airport restroom to pee.

I washed my hands, checked myself in the mirror… and walked out.

Two minutes later, something in my spirit screamed:

“WHERE IS YOUR PASSPORT?”

I checked my pocket. Nothing.

Checked my bag. Nothing.

Checked my soul. Nothing.

I sprinted back to the toilet like a mad person.

The passport was sitting on the sink… looking at me like, “So you just want to abandon me?”

I grabbed it, hugged it like newborn baby, and whispered, “Never again.”

From that day, I check my passport every 3 minutes even on the plane.