Hey guys. I was so happy with the result of the head count. Thanks for being patient with me.
So I've been in Houston for a bit and in a matter of hours I've come to understand something.
If like me you read black American blogs... or you don't even need to read their blogs, once you're on social media you'd have gleaned by now how overly sensitive they are about race/racial matters. It can be extremely annoying, every little thing they'll cry racism, culture appropriation, racial profiling etc etc etc, even when it's obvious that what happened has nothing at all to do with race.
I never say anything, i tell myself that no matter what I think i know, Or how I feel, I'm not living their reality and therefore have no right to form a strong opinion on the matter. So often times I just roll my eyes and shake my head at them from a distance.
And now I know that I was right to shut up.
We could talk about the flight down here. My seat partner and i seemed to be the only Nigerians on board and stuck out like a nose in the middle of a face. First, I was seated by the window, old naija woman by the aisle and young American Caucasian man between us both. From the moment he confirmed that that was his seat, the distaste on his face was as clear as day. He sat between us with a scowl but kept swinging his head up and down searching for an empty seat so he could change. Sure enough the minute the doors were shut and he saw space else were he jumped up, grabbed his things in a frenzy and scurried away like a cockroach under bright light.
I told myself it wasn't personal, after all in his shoes I'd also want to sit among my "kind" and may not feel too comfortable seated between 2 white men either.
The flight attendants though, were another ball game. There was a menu but while everyone got asked what they wanted to eat I noticed that each time the trolley got to us it was presumed that we wanted a particular thing so we wouldn't even get asked. Then this particular guy who would occasionally walk the aisle serving cups of water and juice from a tray... With everyone else he'd lower the tray so they could take their pick but with us he wouldn't bother and just hand cups of water to us. My seat partner and i noticed but ignored it because neither of us wanted juice anyways.
I wouldn't want to say much but the one that threw me off was baggage claims. Everyone picked their bags and walked right through. Everyone. The minute this officer saw me omo if you see the way he suddenly flung himself in front of me ehn! Where are you going to? Where are you coming from? What do you have in those boxes? Where are you from, Can I see your passport? You're Nigerian, have you got any ey-goo-see (egusi) in your box? No? Why do you have two boxes?
He eventually let me through with a smile but I was stil offended that i was the only one stopped and interrogated.
In any case I'm here now and I'm thankful. Still jetlagged but it's alright. It's a beautiful place, quiet though. Somewhat picturesque.
Anyone in Houston? I'm in a very lovely but extremely quiet neighbourhood and if care isn't taken I may be stuck here and never get to go anywhere. So pls if you're here or have friends here that i can hang with, hola @ me abeg.