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I'm loving the weather here o! Except for that one time when I commot for plane and the atmosphere was chilly. Chei! This America is sweet!.
I am 19yrs old, will be twenty this year. I was in a university back in Nigeria but I wanted to expand my horizon so I transferred my credits to a local American university. My birthday is coming up shortly, I think it's in November so it's in the same month as the American thanksgiving. Lots of turkey, they say.
To know what's up in this
'God's Own Country', I consulted a fellow Nigerian. Like almost all
FOBs, the first set of instructions in my
'Survival kit for the Americas' was to dress up. For the most part we got along...
Nigerian American: Buy socks, buy boots, the summers are really hot for no reason.
Me:
(I feel awkward. I feel watched. They want to take me out all the time) Okay.
Nigerian American: Are you going to church? What church do you attend?
Me: Deeper Life.
Nigerian American: Ooooh, that's your church?
Me: No, my parents go there.
Nigerian American: *puzzled look* So what church do you attend?
Me: [Shrugs]
Nigerian American: So what do you wanna do? There's nothing to do. Oh, how about the banks here. You need to know the banks...to deposit all your money. Hmmm it's easy here o.
Do you wear hair attachments?
Me: Yea....
Nigerian American: Ahn ahn, are you a real Deeper Life? Does your pastor know you wear it?
Me: Yes
Nigerian American: Does your pastor know?
Me: My business is not my pastors's business.
Nigerian American: So did you watch videos before coming?
So have you seen Oluchi when you got here?
Me: (shakes head at the rapid-fire question) Hmm hmm...
Another person: Does she know Oluchi?
Nigerian American: Yes o. Small world, eh?
Oh, does that mean you know Dammy?
Me:
(They must think I know every newbie in this land. At this point I'm not sure I should answer).
Nigerian American: Oh my God this is fantastic! You know we could actually make space for you in this house. Hmm this will work. So what kind of cooking do you do?
Me: From the scratch.
Nigerian American: Really? That's cool. So what kinds of meals can you make?
Me: My traditional food.
Nigerian American: *Creepy smile* Really? That's fantastic. I'm going to love you.
Me: But I don't know how to make your kinds of foods.
Nigerian American: What do you mean?
....Dead silence....
Nigerian American: Ok, what would you like to know?
Me: Erm-
Nigerian American: Favorite movies?
Me: Men in Black.
Nigerian American: Oh mi gosh! I hate it! Really? Is it for the action or Will Smith?
Me: For the Ac-
Nigerian American: I'm a typical girl. I love romance. It just inspires me to be the best I can be. When they say "Honey, feed me okra soup" it just ministers to my soul. Good wifey right there.
Who's your favorite actor?
Me: Ramsey Nouah.
Nigerian American: Really? I think he's so proud.
Me: Erm-
Nigerian American: Anyway, do you like RMD? I love him.
Anyway, actress?
Me: Funke Akindele.
Nigerian American: Really? She just got married. I saw it on Bella Naija.
Favorite meal?
Me: Moi moi.
Nigerian American: *squeals* OMGGG I love moi moi. With a fiery passion. Can you make it. I can make it but it never tastes like my mom's. Can you make meat pie. No? We can teach teach other then.
Favorite color?
Me: Purple...no black.
Nigerian American: Are you on FaceBook?
Me: Yea.
Nigerian American: You are?! Omg! Do you know in America they won't hire you if you don't have a facebook. They think it's suspicious. Do you know Dammy's aunty here in the states?
So how did you know abuout this school?
Me: I heard and I applied.
Nigerian American: *turns to another person* Do you know she's taking accounting.
Why accounting?
Me: I love accounting.
Nigerian American: Maybe the money.?
Me: No I've loved accounting from the beginning of time. Maybe it's because my dad is an accountant.
Nigerian American: Ohhhh! You should marry a white man. Babies with hazel eyes.
Me: Noo...
Nigerian American: Don't worry, they'll grow on you. In a little while, you'll be saying "he's so cutteeee!" Okay, your turn.
Me: *chuckles* I don't know what to ask.
Nigerian American: *flips her hair* Anything! *Yawns* Ah, I'm tired. I think we should go get some water.
Me: *I let out a deep sigh.*
(I think I might need help dealing with my people here too).