It is not often that Kellz would think of writing about a plane. It is not a very intriguing subject matter, to be honest. The metal and mostly horrible customer service in most flights is never the most memorable of experiences. Some of us just fly out of sheer obligation to the aviation regulations; if it were up to me, I would pay to sprout wings, check my luggage into the clouds, carry my own meal and fly to my destination… heh hee ee… It was all a dream.
I had never flown with this airline until recently as I headed for a business engagement in Uganda. It was such a blessing (All things work out for good I tell ya)…that other flights had discontinued routes to Uganda; if not, I am almost sure that my client would have plopped me on a different airline.
To get to UG from TZ, I had to fly through Kigali and the same had to happen as I was flying back to TZ. The flight to UG was…drum roll, please…. ON TIME. Not a
minute late. From the check in counter to boarding, the team was on point. To be honest, I kinda missed this flight even I had already checked in and was in the waiting lounge (if you wanna call it that) chatting away with an old colleague and new acquaintance about the horrible strategies followed by some telecoms in EA (which shall remain unnamed). In the heat of the conversation, I didn’t hear them call my name. The clock ticked away and everyone boarded but me. But the Rwandair team would not allow it. A passenger miss a flight? NO WAY! Off they came in search for me; passing table by table, chair by chair calling out my name. They found me. Quickly I was rushed to the plane. Honestly, I was expecting bad looks from the crew. They all smiled as they welcomed me on board. As if they were ACTUALLY excited that I had arrived and was flying with them. Lovely, I thought.
Then, touchdown Kigali after a rather pleasant flight. Do you know that they ACTUALLY serve food on board? Like, not those bad airplane snacks that you daunt but only eat cause you are hungry or feeling greedy. I had a hot samosa and some other meaty snacks as I sipped on INYANGE juices made in Rwanda.
Wait! Where was I? Oh yeah! So we landed. I am not sure what I was expecting but the airport was nice and pleasant. They EVEN had a charging station. Like LITERALLY! Glee moment for my empty techno phone battery.
The airport waiting area was a bit crowded and could really do with some organization in those chair arrangement but was not unpleasant none the less. The remaining flight to UG was good too. I thought the pilots landed the planes with beautiful precision and grace.
Now the pilot on the trip BACK to TZ was on another level. First, I must comment on the plane. Wow! What a bird. Beautiful seating in both business and economy class. The economy seats were actually really comfy…unlike…..shall remain unnamed lest they ban me as a passenger (this is Africa)
The pilot gracefully drove that big bird W451 to the runway. He majestically placed her in position. Felt like we were cruising already. Then he posed. There the bird beamed in the sunlight, wings spread out and on the ready. Out of my window, the Rwandair logo majestically shone in the sun. Wings spread and ready to tear through the clouds. Here we sat and wait
ed. Then we were off, the pilot marvelously taxed that baby off as I held my breath with excitement as his skill…Ready, set, fly…and we were off. Up and away, she rose. Wings in the air, nose tearing through discouragement, naysayers, corruption, doubt and years injured by genocide. Up she tore into the clouds with a hope and zeal for the future. As that baby swam into the sky, all I could see was Africa’s Kingly past meet a majestic future. What a moment!
My heart exploded in my chest as hope burst into wild celebration from the éclairs of my heart. I felt every cell in my being rejoice for my brothers and sisters in beautiful Rwanda. I celebrate you! Set the way! Fly us into greatness. As you tax off, so do we! We are one. One people, one big nation, Inzozi Africa.
I FLEW THE DREAM OF AFRICA. Try it on your next trip. Fly Rwandair. Let me know what you think.
Until next time, Inzozi Africa.