WAZOBIA: A Tale of Two worlds

finally moving

Texas; it meant more money. I sighed, then quickly remembered I was doing this for a cause and not in vain. I only hoped my nnes would accept me and what I came for.

A great challenge was the fact that in Africa, women seemed to think less of themselves even more than the men did. All that was changing of course but, change didn't necessarily spread it's gospel like that of Christ.

I finally arrived at what I thought was the place. I had never thought a place like America would have a forest. Stupid as it may sound, all the stories of the white man I had heard when I was only an nwa depicted whites as these prim and proper beings, spotless, just like their colour,there was absolutely nothing unkempt nor untidy about them. After all,they were White.

It was weird for me to see somewhere as unkempt as this in a pace like America, or for all I knew, maybe it was only the Britons that were spotless beings. I would've loved to find out.

The place was crowded. Really crowded. I guess I should've known there were plenty of people in my kind of dilemma - criminals. I felt as undignified and filthy as these people standing amongst them.

Running illegal transportation was risky business. From the look of things people were being shortlisted; it was the richest that got the ride. Money was not a problem for me so with my frustration I cut into the front, where my brother's friend, the moderator or "owner" of the "establishment", was.

" Excuse me" I waded through the sea of criminals to find my way to the front.

"Excuse me, Sir" I finally reached where the guy was.

"Hey, to the back of the....hey!are you who I think you are?" He said suddenly.

"Excuse me?"

He quickly got out his phone from his pocket and tapped a few icons before looking at me from head to toe, wide mouthed.

"Yes! Simbi, that's you! Men I've been dying to see you in person."

What? I didn't even know this guy.

"Excuse me?"

He began to blush.

"This is quite embarrassing but ... Sometime ago I was looking for a gal and your brother told me about you. He showed me your picture and.. Woo!" He whistled stupidly.

I stared at the guy, a little bit if the disgust I was feeling showing on my face. With that came reminder to kill my brother once I got to Lagos. Not literally anyway.

There were so many things to kill my brother for. When I still lived with my parents, my brother would,as usual, annoy me (he did that in so many uncountable ways), and being the hot tempered person I am,i would flare and go about muttering how much I hated boys.

My brother would then tell me that I was talking absolute nonsense and that I loved him though he was obviously a boy

I did love my brother, i just hated that he had to point it out all the time.

"Excuse me?" I said again, the phrase being the only I had said in the past two minutes.

"Forget that now, you can just get in and maybe later we can gang out, after the journey, I mean, just me and you" he looked at me lustfully while licking his lower lip.

Oh my God.

I couldn't wait for Nigeria, I planned to call my brother and tell him how stupid he was for advertising me to this pervert. Or anyone at all.

The man could've at least waited til we were halfway into the journey before he disgusted me like that.

He was utterly repulsive. Of course - like all men.