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I loved her; I found the connection, yet, I told her NO! As I packed my things, I felt there were more than one purposes to why I was traveling. I had been lost in my peace campaign in Nigeria that I forgot what mama usually refers to as the essential thing in life; love. Her philosophy; ‘find a lady close to your heart, someone, who would help you stay strong, then grow together with her’. I was going to Nairobi to represent Nigeria for the Africa Peace Summit. The airport was lit with streams of fluorescence, large fluorescence I had never seen before; all my peace campaign had been in my country, Nigeria; there were enough conflicts in my state to keep me busy from ever looking out. With this conference, I could see an airport and how the inside looks; I could also see the lips of the air hostesses, curvy and inviting; how they smile even when it is not convenient. I would confirm also, the myth that says all pilots were whites and blacks were not smart enough to fly planes. I wasn’t disappointed. I was welcomed by a white lady when I arrived Nairobi; she was calm, short legged and her smile was brisk, exposing a little portion of her incisors. She had a tiny blue pen strapped to her chest; I guessed it was to help tick the name of the delegates who arrive through this airport. I wasn’t disappointed either. Africa is a place with lots of opportunities and disappointments, and only with careful consideration, you could pick out the wheat from the chaffs. Mama would say these words as she passed the Mug with hot tea to every one of us. I would sip little from the colored content and then give it to Charlie. In Nairobi, the roads were wide, smooth and had traffic lights. This must be some part of Europe; Africa is perceived as just too backward to have things this organized. Their power supply was never interrupted all through my stay, the vehicles obeyed the traffic lights, and unlike Nigeria, the police smiled at you and asked if you needed any help. I thought I should culture a relationship with this place; come here for an education, or vacation. Maybe, bring my peace campaigns here; after all, they had their general elections coming up soon. Mama would be pleased with me; it would make her call me her true son, just like she did Charlie. Charlie had gone to South Africa to practice as a Medical Doctor. But I had to stay true to my country; and even if I had this connection with Nairobi, I still told her NO.