THE new airports, that is, the remodeled terminals, are something like a cut-and-nail arrangement; almost like Madam Minister will go to Hausa quarters, assemble masons, carpenters and other artisans and move them to site to work.

Behold, the cut-and-paste construction is beginning to take its toll.

At the General Aviation Terminal (GAT), for instance, the acoustics is apology; no one hears what the announcer says on the public address system because it is noise that oozes out instead of clear announcement.

On a particular day, a passenger missed her flight because she could not decipher what was said.

Add to this the poor cooling system. Yet, when we talk, one attack dog called media SA to Madam Minister will rain abuses and brand everybody a saboteur out to diminish the good work of Madam Minister.

Mr. SA, what do we make of a situation whereby every announcement in the public address system register like Greek or dead Latin, never to be understood?

Wait a minute. Isn’t CC looking for trouble here? We complain now about cases where this Greek or dead Latin language makes passengers miss flights; what about days when the acoustics don’t work at all either because there is power outage or that one maintenance officer forgot to apply the tools?

In that case, one man will simply move down the isles and mutter a few passive words to ‘stranded” passengers, suggesting that the flight is boarding. He could repeat this ritual twice, at the most, and the matter is closed. Of course, that becomes his alibi, even against any passenger who dared to sleep on any of the hard lounge seats.

Even when the public address system works, the Nigerian American girls employed to do the job don’t even help matters. They simply struggle to talk through the nose; courting an alien sophistry not even found in those western models they try to imitate.

Can someone somewhere beg Madam at the top to intervene with other useful options like hiring some fellows to beat a talking drum or gong to announce flight schedules, changes and other things?

Precisely, let’s get a town crier from Ogbaru, in Anambra State, or somewhere in Edo State to do the job. Shekina. Ka Chineke mezie okwu!