Nigerians in 'Die'aspora...

Nigeriatown, USA, 4.55pm Wednesday 12202006, I am still holed up in the car, with 3 older Nigerians. It's quite chilly, the heat is on, I seize the opportunity to observe my African brothers and sisters. This is what I saw with my korokoro eyes. All names are typical Nigerian names, these are all random individuals. Nurse Helen, performing the delicate act of balancing her shopping buggy and a baby's stroller at the same time, she seemed to be in a hurry, I guess to make dinner for Uncle Ikenna. I also saw a girl who looked Funke-ish, she jumped off a NYC bus with the agility of a gymnast. She seemed to be in a hurry too, she is probably en route her second job. She has perfected the delicate dance of walking on the curb, opposite a steady stream of pedestrians. Oh less I forget, I saw Kunle, Du-rag(sp?) tied firmly to his head pants sagging pendant dangling, he looked like he was doing quite well, wink wink you know what I mean. He too had been gripped by the spirit of hurrying that has possessed everybody in Brooklyn, USA. All these are pictures of partakers, escapees, not of movers or people in control. My spirit sank for a minute, but hey come to think about it. When Helen, Funke and Kunle show up in Lagos for Xmas this year they will be rock stars, nobody knows the trouble they have seen, seriously nobody know but Jesus. I look forward to the time when Nigerians will be a threat to corporate America the way the Indians and Chinese are. I look forward to the time when Brother Micheal will no longer have to duck upon sighting another Nigerian guy approaching his desk, at his little consultancy job. Thinking to him self, "do not come and Kobalize me here, I am just trying to pay my mortgage and my children's tuition". 40 acres and a mule somebody.