Indian Romance

His eye caught mine, gosh i could feel my heart melt like burning candle wax. Oh no! This couldnt be happening! In my heart, indian music was playing in the background and me and the object of my heart's desire and my yori yori were dancing to romantic tunes in the Taj mahal. Life couldnt be more beautiful(oh my word). He came closer, put his hands on my
Waist and looked me straight in the eyes as if to reassure me that he will never leave me.

I hear someone call Karina though i could only hear it faintly and then she poked me mscheeeeeeeew my annoying boss just ended my picture perfect life in my mind ehn, i had bitch slapped her over a thousand times. I wish that i could make that dream become reality. Karina its time for your tea break she said I walked so fast into the staff room as though i had a pot of burning beans on the fire.

Oh my! Sanjay was in the staff room. My joy knew no bound. He stretched out his Amithab Baachan like hands and said "my name is Stephen, whats your's?" The first Indian man who didnt reek of curry and garlic.I grabbed his hand and shook his hands as though my very existence depended on that very moment. Ka ka Karina i stuttered. His smile  could melt a pot.

We became friends, exchanged contacts and the phone calls started. In all honesty, i wondered what a suave dude like him could possibly want from ordinary me. I was gonna find out. He said he loved me and i said i was Nigerian. I just couldnt imagine living in India, yet i was bent on pleasing my Romeo. I read about his culture and what made Indians tick. I started eating tandoori, tikka masala, pitta bread and every Indian food i could lay my fingers on. Little did i know i was in for a bumpy ride in a keKe in the suburbs of mumbai.


Sanjay wanted to finger my brain, can you beat that? He didnt do any reseach on Nigerians so he didnt know we are black not dumb. This guy was out to con a naija girl like me(smh). Please do not ask me how i out smarted him. Thats not to say i now hate Indians as i still watch bollywood movies.

 During my research, i discovered that cows are revered animals in India and i ask, do i in any way look like a cow? Let alone a cash cow for that matter. All over the streets of London, they flirt with me. abeg oh Indian women dey get dada? abi people with dreadlocks get any special money vomiting abilities? mscheeeeew oshisco.