Kunle Somoye
Jul 10, 2017 · 2 min read

06–06–2066

Radio Blickers.

The Chief of Air Staff: Get ready at exactly 0700 hrs you will begin your patrol of the sky stations.

Destination: Lagos.

Do you copy?

Yes I copy.

Radio Blickers. Drops.

As it pours torrents upon torrents of rain, Dotun double D also known as Captain Dotun DD began his flight from the cliff of Aso Rock- Nigeria’s power house gliding deftly in the whirlpool of the windy weather conditions.

His mission was to ascertain the conditions of the coastal areas of Lagos, 4000 miles away from Abuja.

He sets his flight’s nautical miles to 890 miles per hour, and took off in a hurry, leaving behind a miasma of fluffy clouds.

The skyline view of the wet quiet asphalt would send a chilling sensational shivers down the spine of anyone watching from an altitude of about 15,000 ft high.

There was no sight of cars, or the usual crowd at the beach, Double D, flaps his drenched flight wings to gain momentum into the deeper silver linings of the pregnant dark threatening clouds.

The thunder roared from an altitude of about 40,000 ft in might and awe, striking a striking semblance of a sharp double edged blazing sword.

The sky visuals are now becoming thinner as the torrential rainfall persists, he adjusted his periscope and carvotted deftly, the sea tides gathering in force and full froth.

Telecomnunication poles that used to be at the sea shore had been uprooted and it began to float and dance skelewa on the tidal waves that carried them into the deep ocean waters.

Several car headlight beams directly into the sky, two other SUVs had been sucked into the madness of. the rising sea.

Again, flashes of thunder roared tearing through the cloud formations, shooting rain pellets into anything or anyone in between.

DoubleD redflagged the situation and soared further into higher altitudes in order to take samples from the pockets of dark clouds, “I need to study the type of energy stored in these clouds” he said to himself.

A private jet — four miles from his nautical view- was stalling mid air, he paused to observe the flashy anti collision light, he was taught how to read into an emergency situation in flight school so he knew when something was wrong.

Oda bi eni wikpe awon eniyan yi o wa ninu ipọnju -it’s like these people are in distress, he said to himself in his local language, Yoruba.

The thunder roared again, blasting through the abyss with lightneningbolts jolting towards him in a near miss

Written boldly on it’s stretch is “ Air Cosmo 001- President of the United Cosmopolitan Nations” ..

They need help, he whispered to himself as he zoomed towards them.

Kunle Somoye

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