Nigerians In America

Wayo Guy

WayoGuy is the pseudonym for an attorney in Washington, D.C.)
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She was the type of girl who, dressed up, walked down the street with carefree, hesitant, almost-lazy shuffle on a cool evening as the men sat in front of street-corner shops drinking local gins. Watching her, you knew right away that while she appeared to be headed in a direction, she really had no destination...

Village Boy and the City Woman

As soon as she stepped into the room, all the white men followed her with their eyes. Being a village boy, I had never liked city girls. Besides, my mother had warned me against them: white girls and city girls are not good for a village boy, she said...


From U.S.A with Love: Conclusion

It was a call from Naija and the voice on the other end was urgent and frantic: please send money right away, uncle Faster is in serious trouble. He was arrested yesterday. I hung up the phone while the caller was still talking and cursed the evil spirit that made me answer that call...

Christmas Time in the Village

If I had a choice between the presidency of the world, and spending the Christmas season in my hometown, my choice would be easy. Keep your presidency and leave me to re-live, once again, my childhood...

From U.S.A. with Love: See Me See Marriage

My older brother, Oyaw, lives in New York. In the summer of 2005 he went home to Naija to get married, dragging me along with him. His American girl friend was not told. My brother is educated but stupid...


If I Were President...

No child ever says that he or she wants to be vice president when he or she grows up. It is a useless office and the holder is often a source of irritation to the president. So, for the children, I would call the vice president into my office and 'eliminate' him...

Grandpa and the Madman

It is true that here in our land timeliness is a worthless quality and lateness to ceremonies is a dignified virtue worthy of admiration. It is true that no self-respecting citizen makes the mistake of arriving on time for scheduled events. But five hours late?

The Senator Who Came To Marry My Sister

If the hunted animal runs in an unexpected manner, an Igbo proverb goes, the hunter should shoot it in an equally unexpected manner. The problem here, however, was that the manner in which this animal had bolted was not only unexpected but unimaginable...


Marriage: The Lawyer And My Sister

The young men used to call her Itiri, a local word for darkness. They called her Itiri because her skin was unusually dark, surpassing the blackness of a moonless night. Being darker than midnight, her figure remained outlined in a visible silhouette long after everyone else's had blended with the West African nightfall…


Grandpa And The White Man

There was this crazy white man stationed in my village. Please don’t ask me what he was doing there; I don’t know and I don’t want to lie to you. All that I remember now is that he was with some oil company. He was a terror. He went round the village at odd hours with his tobacco and cigar in his mouth, spitting all over the place, insulting the elders, and swearing at us the youths...

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