Night flights are not much agreeable with me since I left London going to Abuja, Nigeria. The obstacles in customs at Heathrow were minimal, weight was a concern because every pound cost so much; I left the hangers. The business people were loaded down with baggage, their tab in some cases must have been off the chart. The big British Airways jet was full and odorless; the flight attendants sprayed down the plane like there could have been a epidemic on board. My flight companion was on her way to a funeral; she was from New Jersey. I found out that she had a flying phobia half way in our little chat. We chatted on, I told her this was my first trip to Africa and there was mission waiting for me there. She hadn’t been home for many years, but this was not making her feel good about flying. I hope we would make it safely. The take off always get me; it is unnerving; once that is over I’m basically alright. The sun was nearing twilight as we passed over Europe, the lights of the cities below twinkling as we passed over them, smooth except for a few bumps. Nothing unusual. While the twilight blended into stars she went to sleep; least we had talked some of the nervousness away. The lights down below diminished as we hit the coast of Africa; the farther we got the darker it was down below. I knew this was going to be a long flight; I settled back into a movie on my laptop. We began to hit pockets of turbulence, the crew even looked nervous; passengers finally got quiet. I felt the first jarring of the big jet and it felt like the jet had lost power; the loud speaker came on. ” This is the pilot. we are going through a zone of severe turbulence, all passengers must go back to their seats and buckle up”. he said. She was wide awake; eyes with that I am not going to make it look. She said, ” What is happening?”. Just what I needed a frightened woman next to me trying to out guess God, the attendant asked her to buckle her seat belt as she passed by to go to her end of the plane. I said,” We have hit a pocket of severe turbulence,be calm, we will be OK.” Another mind boggling thud, she started crying, I held her, I told her, ” If we going to go, crying will not help. calm down”. I thought for sure we might go down, the jet was shaking like a crop duster. Children were crying, people were praying out loud; it was a mess. The tension was intense.It was like something was outside the plane playing with it; it was crazy. After about thirty minutes of rocking back and forth the jet smoothed down, I thought she was going to unbuckle and start to try to get off the jet at any moment, I just kept on telling her to pray for all us to make it to Abuja. Prayers were answered, we made the rest of the flights without to much drama; enough for one flight. She thanked me for my efforts to control her fear, I said, ” We all were scared, don’t feel bad, but we made it through by the grace of God”. The winds blow strong over the Sahara; stay cool is the rule on long flights over Africa.