By YINKA FABOWALE (Who was in Vomperberg, Austria)
The whir of the engine
grew into a loud roar, as the huge kite sprang from the tarmac of the Murtala
Muhammed International Airport and dared the night sky. It was 10.04 pm on
September 3, 2013.
It has been quite a
while since I last flew in a plane, and I could not help savouring as I always
did, that magical moment, when, despite the dreadful realization that your
safety was now in God’s hands, as the wheels of the aircraft lost contact with
the more assuring solid earth, you felt gripped by a sensational thrill at
being airborne.
