So I met Sandra, a very pretty lady. We had been meeting at restaurants and other places, I had just come into New York from Nigeria. Songs, dinners, movies the whole New York groove. Then she invited me to her house. Upscale Manhattan.
And I go. Lovely place, a beautiful townhouse. Art works and solid decor. So she asks me to relax while she goes to change upstairs. I sit down, there is soft music playing and me in the mood.
Sandra’s influential lifestyle
Then I see a rodent. And my Naija instincts take over. I chase the thing. It did not even run. I was surprised, American rats are different from the ones back home. This one looked well fed. I was thinking what effrontery. I gave it a boot. It did the death dance and that was all.
Well am outside now on the way back to downtown. Sandra is at home still crying. She even threatened to call the police on me. My offense: I had killed Charles. Charles was the family rat. I did not know rats could be pets. Poor me. Poor Sandra and poor Charles.
Abimbola Famro Mama Charlie is in mourning…eeya. if Mama Charlie had kept her ears to the ground concerning news coming out of Naija, she’d have known that, because of the recent scourge of Lassa fever, Nigerians have declared war on rats, mice and other similar-looking creatures! If she knew, she’d have been more “understanding”, perhaps, of Henry’s wariness of rodents. Well, a minute’s silence in remembrance of poor Charlie….
Justine Eleshi Eyah. Kpele Ademola H Adigun. I can relate to that. Tell Sandra to try adopting. I’ve got plenty homeless ones in the ceiling of my home. They make me want to chose homelessness. Tell Sandra that if she truly desires to improve humanity, she can adopt some of my Landlord’s rats. They are adorable. She’d love them. They’re so cute. …and so restless