The airport was buzzing with activity — loudspeaker announcements, trolleys rolling over shiny floors, and families saying emotional goodbyes.
We stood there, surrounded by luggage and emotions.
Tope held her passport tightly, still staring at the boarding pass as if it might disappear. "It feels unreal," she whispered.
"I know," I replied. "But it's happening. We're really doing this."
My parents stood with pride, and Tope's family, though overwhelmed, smiled through teary eyes. My mom gave Tope a hug like she was her own daughter.
"Just remember," she said gently, "You're not alone."
Before heading to security, we all held hands. My dad said a short prayer — not just for safety, but for purpose, discipline, and wisdom in the journey ahead.
Then the final call echoed through the airport.
"Tope Adebayo and Adewale Johnson… please proceed to Gate 4."
We took one last look at our families — and stepped forward.
As we walked through the gate, Tope whispered, "Remember when I told you the magic is in you?"
I nodded.
She smiled. "Now it's time to use it."
The plane rose into the sky, but it wasn't just a flight — it was the beginning of something far bigger than either of us could have imagined.