Travelling to Dubai for my best friend's wedding was turning out to be the best experience of my life. It was an all expenses paid trip and I was enjoying every bit of it. "No more juice for me please," I say to the air hostess. She has served me twice already. "What else would you like ma'am?" "Chilled water, would do, thank you." I felt like a star.

I realise that flying First-class has its perks, like hob-nobbing with the elite in society. In front of me, sat a famous female celebrity 'instagramming' away. Or was it Snap chat? I am not sure. To my left is an elderly man, with a hyperactive young boy. Every fibre of him screamed 'old money'. Perhaps the boy is his grandson. Everyone has been pleasant, with the exception of 'Mr. Popular Business Man'. He had bumped into me on the way to his seat. Probably, the task of running a multi-million Naira empire was getting to him. I was determined that nothing would spoil my good mood so I let it pass.

I yawn and prep myself for a nap by reclining further in my seat. Placing my phone in my handbag I notice at once that my wallet is missing. Stunned, I sit up and search for it frantically. It was not in my bag. The nooks and crevices of my seat, as well as the floor around me, produced nothing either.

By now I am shocked, panicked and confused. What little money I had, my bank cards and I.D were all in that wallet. I look around the cabin and the first person I suspect is 'Mr. Popular Business Man'. He must have pilfered it when he bumped into me. Sighing I realise that it couldn't have been him, for his hands had been full: a cup of coffee in the right and his briefcase in the left.

The grandson of 'Old money' was next. He had lingered beside me a few minutes ago while running around the cabin.
I cast a suspicious glance at 'Grandpa Old Money' and asked him politely if his boy had taken my wallet. He seemed offended, which was not surprising. I would be too if a stranger accused me or my charge of stealing. He replied gruffly: "B.J here's no thief. Look for your wallet elsewhere". I nodded and apologized. 

  I was close to tears now and at my wits' end. The wallet was a gift from my mum. She had made it herself and I was very attached to it. Suddenly, 'Miss Famous Celebrity' turned to me and stretched out her hand. I looked and to my chagrin, it was my wallet. 'Oh thank you." I beamed. Perhaps she had heard me asking 'Grandpa Old Money'. "Where did you find it?"

Miss 'Famous Celebrity' sighed and flicked her hair back. "I asked to have a look at it while we were boarding; you see I haven't seen anything quite like it. You did not remember to take it back," She finished with a huff and went back to her phone.

I dismiss pointing out the obvious fact that SHE was supposed to return the wallet to me and not the other way around. I was just glad that my wallet was back in my possession. I checked and everything was intact. Holding up the wallet so Grandpa could see, I announce, smiling "Found it!" He didn't acknowledge me but turned the other way.

I am crushed. Maybe I will make it up to him and his grandson before we land. With that thought in mind, I settle back into my seat and drift off to sleep.