Baggage claim was small. Only three belts. One was moving. Maybe it was the luggage from that British Airways flight. There were the usual black suitcases. Maybe blue if you wanted to get really crazy. But then there were these bags that I'd never seen before. Red, white, and blue plaid bags. Or red, white, and green. Clearly made out of plastic. There were dozens of them on the belt. People pulled them off the belt and stacked them up on their luggage carts. They had no wheels. And no real way of carrying them that I saw besides two thin handles.  Really they looked like big plaid cubes stuffed full, and very heavy. Some bags were getting stuck and falling off the belt. Or getting pushed off by the rest of the luggage, I'm not sure which. Workers ran around rescuing the bags and putting them back on. Actually they weren't running, they were strolling casually. 

The terminal was hot. It sort of felt like the heat followed up from the plane all the way down past the gates. So many gates. With kids running around while adults, who were probably their parents, just watched. I got tired just looking at them. It was almost midnight, how did they have so much energy.

Let's get one thing out of the way before I start. In this country, people think I have this crazy life jetting around the world. And I guess I have sort of. But I'm already eleven and I've only lived in two countries. This one, Nigeria, is just the third.