The trip back from London was uneventful, except at the customs in Sweden. The black custom officer looked at my passport, did a double take and asked me in Igbo. "Are you Igbo?" For some reason, the question in Igbo confused me as my brain had switched back to Swedish. I said in Igbo, "Odinma" which means "I am fine". Then my brain decided to switch to English "Yes, I am". He looks again at me, confused. Now he spoke to me in English "both your parents or just one?". "Just my father", I replied. "And you are born in Lagos?" he asked. "Yes", I said. He switched back to Igbo, "Welcome home", he said. This time, my brain was on track "Daalu" (thank you) I replied. This pleased him to no end, and he smiled happily back at me. The fact that an Igbo man had just told me "welcome home" in a country that we both had adopted was not strange or foriegn. He said it with the same ease as he would perhaps had said it if we had met in the customs in Lagos. C'est la vie.
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Hey Darling,
just read your comic and loved it...
I am a german wife of an Igbo man in germany. We travelled round Werri last year summer... go on writing comics, please.. I loved it...
I have two step children ... they didnt wanted to read it.. they are more into mangas.... as I am a librarian.. munic city library just opened to graphic novels.. finally.. (i thought they never wake up...)
Refugees is such a sad topic.. but I am happy that you put that in...
I am on the side of the refugees. .but the german politicans are helpless at the moment..
All the best
Heidi from Munic
Thank you so much for your kind words and encouragement Heidi! You totally made my day :) I will definitely keep on writing! love, Sylvia aka waffy.
Nice post, leaves me with a great deal of amazement. truly nigerian.
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