COLOR BLIND
Michael O. Ewetuga
In Nigeria you are hardly ever alone. When working your friends or family could drop by to see
how you’re doing or you could go visit them to see how they’re fairing. After the days job you
and your friends meet at a designated place, sometimes a friend’s office as in the case of
my office or that of Sowemimo’s at Oil Mill Street on Lagos Island or it could be at a bar
where you order your favorite beer if you drink, supported by hot and spicy plates of pepper
soup. At these meet politics is usually the center of discussion and most of us will rule with
our mouth what our military/politicians or professional politicians, after the enthronement of
democracy, could not do with the resources available to them. With our mouth we would
make Nigeria a paradise that will be the envy of all and sundry in the world. These sort of
topics usually have some people supporting and others opposing, you can expect a
shouting match.
Sometimes the discussions were centered on football and we will perform such great feat
with our mouth that our professional footballers cannot do on the field of play, we would also
perform such coaching tasks that the foreign coach cannot imagine. We usually build the
best team in the world that others would be weary off, a team that would make a mince meat
of even the mighty Brazilian team. This also could involve a shouting match especially if it
has to do with the English Premier league. I am sure both Arsenal and Manchester United
do not have more passionate supporters than Nigerians. Other times the topic on our
agenda would be women. This is by far the most interesting topic. You will be shocked at
some guys’ choice of women. This could also get graphic and you might want to plead to be
spared the details because some guys are so good at graphic descriptions that you might
start to believe you were in the same room with them and their women. Those were days
when most of us were single and even the most chronic bachelor amongst us got married
about 4 or 5 weeks ago. These are the things that made being in Nigeria worth it, family and
friends.
When I left Nigeria for the US , I felt no qualms; after all I was coming to meet my wife, a
woman that I loved dearly and had been separated from for more than 2 years due to
immigration bottled neck. Everyone thought I was lucky because I wouldn’t have to go
through what other guys went through before they could put their feet firmly on the ground,
how wrong they were. When she picked me up from the airport I was already shivering, I
wonder why I came in winter time and through JFK too! It wasn’t as if I was not told about
winter, a friend who went to England at summer time had warned me about going to the
western countries during that time of the season but me being from Africa I had no idea how
cold it could get. I saw snow for the first time in Amsterdam but that was at the airport, and I
thought it was beautiful just like in the TV. New York was where I got my first feel of winter.
I had to wait a little for her arrival outside the Indianapolis airport. She eventually showed up
and I was thankful because she brought me a winter jacket but all thought of the cold was
gone on sighting her. I was so happy to see her and it was obvious she was happy to see
me too because she just kept on muttering “you came, you came” and I kept on answering “I’
m here baby”. Kissing and hugging and all that until the cold reminded me that the heat from
her body was not enough to keep me warm, I was grateful when I got in the car; the heater
was blowing full blast. From the airport to the house I thought was quite far cause I had to
ask her when we were going to get home and she said we were almost there. Funny enough
I asked the question just when we were getting off the Lawrence exit which was about 5
minutes from the house but I didn’t know it then. Two years separation, of course you can
imagine what took precedence over food when I got home. After that then she served me a
plate of my favorite food, Eba, and I was grateful she still remembered how to make that. The
next day saw us visiting her church and meeting her pastor whom I have heard so much of.
The fun didn’t last much however as she became really paranoid about me leaving her for
another woman and so all women became suspect. To say that I saw hell would be an
understatement, if there is a worse definition of what I saw it will be quite appropriate. I was
at the lowest point of my life when one day in a chat room I met Virginia Nordman, a white
lady. I was lonely, separated more or less alone in a strange country because my friends are
in other states. She told me what I needed was a companion and promised to hook me up
with a lady but the lady and I didn’t even get it started but Virginia remained my friend. When I
returned to my wife to give it a second try after staying in the mission house in downtown
Indianapolis for a while, I invited Virginia to my home so she could meet my wife and she
invited both of us to her home so we could meet her family. My wife kicked against it and said
she was acting as if she wanted to use me an experimental mouse, she said she wanted to
control me and that was why she was doing what she was doing to help me.
Notwithstanding my wife uncivilized behavior on the phone when she called me one day
Virginia remained my friend.
When my driver license was suspended she took me around town looking for job and went
out of her way to look for Africans that I could become friends with. I got the support to stay
focused and pursue my dreams from this woman that I wished I had gotten from my wife. All
you hear about in America is stuff like white people don’t like black people and vice versa but
some people are colorblind and see the real you rather than the color of your skin. She
introduced me to like minded people, white people who are simply nice and who accept
people for who they are rather than the color of their skin. After she got to know me she would
talk to other Nigerians online despite my warning that she be careful who she talks to until
she was swindled, but then she didn’t feel bitter about it because I warned her before hand.
It appears that a lot of special people in my life were born in March and so was this kind
hearted lady who helped a black guy from a continent she knows nothing about and despite
not knowing anything about me. I keep her advice close to my chest of making sure I do not
say I do to another jealous, insecure woman.
Happy Birthday Virginia and I do wish you many happy returns.
Michael O. Ewetuga
In Nigeria you are hardly ever alone. When working your friends or family could drop by to see
how you’re doing or you could go visit them to see how they’re fairing. After the days job you
and your friends meet at a designated place, sometimes a friend’s office as in the case of
my office or that of Sowemimo’s at Oil Mill Street on Lagos Island or it could be at a bar
where you order your favorite beer if you drink, supported by hot and spicy plates of pepper
soup. At these meet politics is usually the center of discussion and most of us will rule with
our mouth what our military/politicians or professional politicians, after the enthronement of
democracy, could not do with the resources available to them. With our mouth we would
make Nigeria a paradise that will be the envy of all and sundry in the world. These sort of
topics usually have some people supporting and others opposing, you can expect a
shouting match.
Sometimes the discussions were centered on football and we will perform such great feat
with our mouth that our professional footballers cannot do on the field of play, we would also
perform such coaching tasks that the foreign coach cannot imagine. We usually build the
best team in the world that others would be weary off, a team that would make a mince meat
of even the mighty Brazilian team. This also could involve a shouting match especially if it
has to do with the English Premier league. I am sure both Arsenal and Manchester United
do not have more passionate supporters than Nigerians. Other times the topic on our
agenda would be women. This is by far the most interesting topic. You will be shocked at
some guys’ choice of women. This could also get graphic and you might want to plead to be
spared the details because some guys are so good at graphic descriptions that you might
start to believe you were in the same room with them and their women. Those were days
when most of us were single and even the most chronic bachelor amongst us got married
about 4 or 5 weeks ago. These are the things that made being in Nigeria worth it, family and
friends.
When I left Nigeria for the US , I felt no qualms; after all I was coming to meet my wife, a
woman that I loved dearly and had been separated from for more than 2 years due to
immigration bottled neck. Everyone thought I was lucky because I wouldn’t have to go
through what other guys went through before they could put their feet firmly on the ground,
how wrong they were. When she picked me up from the airport I was already shivering, I
wonder why I came in winter time and through JFK too! It wasn’t as if I was not told about
winter, a friend who went to England at summer time had warned me about going to the
western countries during that time of the season but me being from Africa I had no idea how
cold it could get. I saw snow for the first time in Amsterdam but that was at the airport, and I
thought it was beautiful just like in the TV. New York was where I got my first feel of winter.
I had to wait a little for her arrival outside the Indianapolis airport. She eventually showed up
and I was thankful because she brought me a winter jacket but all thought of the cold was
gone on sighting her. I was so happy to see her and it was obvious she was happy to see
me too because she just kept on muttering “you came, you came” and I kept on answering “I’
m here baby”. Kissing and hugging and all that until the cold reminded me that the heat from
her body was not enough to keep me warm, I was grateful when I got in the car; the heater
was blowing full blast. From the airport to the house I thought was quite far cause I had to
ask her when we were going to get home and she said we were almost there. Funny enough
I asked the question just when we were getting off the Lawrence exit which was about 5
minutes from the house but I didn’t know it then. Two years separation, of course you can
imagine what took precedence over food when I got home. After that then she served me a
plate of my favorite food, Eba, and I was grateful she still remembered how to make that. The
next day saw us visiting her church and meeting her pastor whom I have heard so much of.
The fun didn’t last much however as she became really paranoid about me leaving her for
another woman and so all women became suspect. To say that I saw hell would be an
understatement, if there is a worse definition of what I saw it will be quite appropriate. I was
at the lowest point of my life when one day in a chat room I met Virginia Nordman, a white
lady. I was lonely, separated more or less alone in a strange country because my friends are
in other states. She told me what I needed was a companion and promised to hook me up
with a lady but the lady and I didn’t even get it started but Virginia remained my friend. When I
returned to my wife to give it a second try after staying in the mission house in downtown
Indianapolis for a while, I invited Virginia to my home so she could meet my wife and she
invited both of us to her home so we could meet her family. My wife kicked against it and said
she was acting as if she wanted to use me an experimental mouse, she said she wanted to
control me and that was why she was doing what she was doing to help me.
Notwithstanding my wife uncivilized behavior on the phone when she called me one day
Virginia remained my friend.
When my driver license was suspended she took me around town looking for job and went
out of her way to look for Africans that I could become friends with. I got the support to stay
focused and pursue my dreams from this woman that I wished I had gotten from my wife. All
you hear about in America is stuff like white people don’t like black people and vice versa but
some people are colorblind and see the real you rather than the color of your skin. She
introduced me to like minded people, white people who are simply nice and who accept
people for who they are rather than the color of their skin. After she got to know me she would
talk to other Nigerians online despite my warning that she be careful who she talks to until
she was swindled, but then she didn’t feel bitter about it because I warned her before hand.
It appears that a lot of special people in my life were born in March and so was this kind
hearted lady who helped a black guy from a continent she knows nothing about and despite
not knowing anything about me. I keep her advice close to my chest of making sure I do not
say I do to another jealous, insecure woman.
Happy Birthday Virginia and I do wish you many happy returns.
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