Home is Peace. HoL 40

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Humans of Lagos


"It was a mixed feeling for me when I decided to leave the USA for Lagos city to meet the love of my life. Friends and family warned me about the danger of moving down to Africa being a White lady. Someone even told me that Lagos is an extremely dangerous city in the world. I had to make up my mind by listening to my intuition, and I bid Texas farewell as I journeyed to Lagos, Nigeria.




I must say that the greatest decision I made is to relocate to this city. Lagos, a city where everybody smile no matter the situation. I can't compare the technological advancement of the USA with here, the basic social amenities there is way ahead of here, but something I noticed here is the happiness and hope in the face of everyone I meet.


My husband's family accepted me wholeheartedly and treats me like a queen, wherever I go people call me 'Oyinbo-pepper' which I can roughly translate to be a White person! I got a good job here, with a multinational company. My hubby said it's because of my having foreign certificates that I was given the job.


My husband is a good man, a complete advocate of feminism. I'm having no regret here. My mother-in-law do say this Yoruba adage; "Àjò kò lè dùn títí, kóní lé máa re ilé (meaning one cannot enjoy a foreign land without going back to ones own land later on)," but I replied her just last week by saying; "tí àjò bá dùn, àlejò ma di ará-àjò títí lai ni. (When a foreign land is interesting, the foreigner will find means of becoming a permanent resident of the place)."


I'm six months old pregnant, and a computerized tomography scan (CT Scan) revealed that I will be giving birth to a girl child. My husband and I have decided to name the girl Moremi and giving her a new surname that will emerge from the synergy of my own surname and her father's. This isn't the culture here, but some six hundred years back before the arrival of the European there was nothing like surname here too. We create our own world.


So yesterday, my elder sister called me from the USA to tell me how lucky I was not to have fallen into the hands of a Black scammer in Lagos. Then I reminded her of how my fellow White race ex-lover duped me.


To me, humans are neither good nor bad because of religion, or race; humans are good or bad because of their characters.


I don't allow for prejudice."
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©️ FERT, 2015

Comments

  1. Unknown8 September 2020 at 14:55

    Good story line. Yea, people are simply bad because of their noxious character.
    A good person or people will always be good and vice versa.

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    1. caster56boy8 September 2020 at 15:38

      Thanks for reading and contributing.

      I appreciate.

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  2. Kathy Mbondo9 September 2020 at 19:50

    I agree. universal laws of morality should be respected for their own sake irrespective of race or religion. Morality is a choice

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