Ibn Batuta meets Michael Jordan

been suffering for 2 days already for what seemed to have been at least 2 months at the immigrations holding cell,which isnt as bad as i make it out to be,but it is terrible.its one of those times where you say you wouldn't wish that on your worst enemy,but trust me,being there for all those hours having nothing to do,i did, a few times think which person i would wish it on..so this holding cell,no bigger than a foul's run,was somewhere in the airport,nasty looking place,about 6x4,covered with distasteful blogs if you may call it,by previous detainees,expressing their love for the sweet and caring officers that were so gracious and hospitable towards them..so anyways,you'll learn more about paradise later on..oh and the handsome gentleman is drago from burkina faso,striking a pose,half an hour before departure.
so i text michael,to a number that was given to me by him,and for some reason i knew it wouldn't work,but i tried in any case..it went something like this: "salam bro,is it possible for me to crash at your place for a few days?i'm in a bit of a fix."..boy was that the understatement of the year.but anyways,as you can imagine,he didnt reply because that number just so happened to be out of service for a while.whats a guy to do in my position?TRY!thats what!!!