...How Nigerian Can I Be...?

The other day, I was fully dressed in my funkified Nigerian attire and was so fascinated by all the stares I recieved from people around, the outfit seemed strange to them I guess, but I was the star of the moment, Yes, its my pride, I am Nigerian and I like to be noticed... who doesn't?

And to think my cultural values are embedded in those of others is really amazing, Aren't we now all Nigerians? Better still, there is an atom of Nigerianism in all of us. The Chinese language seems to me like it always ends with a question mark; Nigerians always like to ask questions so much that a question is answered with a question; Indians are very culture conscious and the caste system... they should ask their Nigerian counterparts where I come from and their spicy foods? I'm yoruba and bet we taught the Indians spicy... can they handle the Nigerian chilli... its tongue roasting and leads to an intestine explosion, its strictly meant for the physically, spiritually and metally strong people, I'm still yet to attain that height. Have I forgotten to mention that my Japanese housemates dad looks like my dad, they just have different skin colours, thats scary; who knows... He's probably my Forefathers uncles' neices' great grand son who migrated to Japan after the Nigerian Civil war, now I know why I like my housemate so much, blood is thicker than water!

Plus, you should take note of the Nigerian accent, that one is splendid. Its a mixture of the British, American, Jamaican, Indian, Chinese... I can go on and on. As long as you're from this world, you'll find your intonation hinding somewhere in the Nigerian accent.

My lecturer would call it Globalisation, I call it Nigerianisation of the Global world... But seriously, how small can this world get?
The Nigerian in me is keen on knowing.