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Nigerian In America - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time there lived a young Nigerian named Chukwudi. He had just won the lottery for a free visa to go and live in America for the rest of one’s life.   Chukwudi was feeling very happy and blessed. His family rejoiced with him. They were glad that one of them was going to the beautiful country of America. They were glad that one of them would have a better life than they have – they were glad that Chukwudi was going to have a life in the land of opportunity.   Of course as it is in these kind of situations there was a lot of advise of all sorts given to Chukwudi.   Some friends told him that he should hide his ID and prevent people from knowing he’s a Nigerian unless it’s absolutely necessary, until he’s stayed there long enough to become an American citizen; because Nigerian’s have developed such a bad reputation in America not only because of the high rate of corruption within Nigeria but mainly because of fraudulent dealings by Nigerians with Americans on the web and in person.   Chukwudi had a lot of other advice on a vast range of topics but that was the one that stood out. That was the one that bordered him most. That was the one that bothered him in his sleep.Chukwudi prayed about it much before the set date that he was to leave for America. Would he leave a life of pretending not to be an Nigerian unless it’s necessary for him to use his ID or would he boldly tell people he is a Nigerian if asked and risk people classifying him as corrupt just as the many other Nigerians they had dealt with had proved themselves to be.   Finally, the day for Chukwudi to leave for America came. His family and friends said goodbye to him at the airport. Lots of tears where shed. They knew that they might never see Chukwudi again. As is the case with many Nigerians, when they travel abroad they never come back even to visit. The best you can hope for is that they don’t throw away your phone number and you both communicate by e-mail every once in a while.   After Chukwudi got on the plane, the bird had flown and the bird (plane) had landed in an American airport; Chukwudi worried now more than ever. Of course he had to show them his ID at the airport for them to let him through. Besides those who cared to notice saw him walking out of a plane that was coming from Nigeria. So that was not what he worried about. He was worried about what kind of life he would live once he steps out of that airport. Would he be a Nigerian in America or a Fake American in America?   That day, as Chukwudi packed into his new apartment, a neighbor hanging with a couple of folks asked him, “So were are you moving in from?”   Chukwudi was tempted to say that he moved in from another part of America. That seemed to be the smart thing to say. But as Chukwudi thought about who he was and thought about the Christian principles that he has always lived by that had always pushed him forward in life he decided to simply tell the truth. “I’m a Nigerian. I just moved in from Nigeria”, Chukwudi answered. The man and everyone else around him looked at Chukwudi with a shocked face.Chukwudi taught, Oh! my God I’ve done it now. He wished he could take back his words.   Then all of a sudden the man’s face changed into a smile and he said, “Nice. We like diversity here. It’s truly an honor to meet you.”
The End.

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Crucify the Rich, Burn them at the Stake/
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New hills grow taller if you pause to sleep/
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