I’m a Lagos child

A Nigerian man living in Sweden decided to marry a Swedish lady in order to be legally certified via resident status… but the lady was not aware of this. She felt he really loved her. Anyway, seeing that Nigerian men had a bad rap in that particular part of Sweden, our chap decided to lie to the lady. He told her he was from Uganda.

Upon marriage, the lady came home one day and informed our man that she had just met another Swedish lady who had married a Ugandan and they must all have dinner together.

The Naija man was somewhat perplexed, although not perceptibly, and wondered how he’d get out of this spot. He postponed and postponed until he could do so no more.

Finally, the day came when they were to have dinner. The other Swede came in with her Ugandan husband and they all sat at the table. Our Naija chappie was very quiet. “My own don spoil today” was all he could think.

The two Swedish ladies, wanting their husbands to mingle, being from the same homeland, asked them to speak to each other. “Hey! It’s not every day you meet people from home.!” they admonished.

Our Naija man, being a man of great savvy, decided that he would just speak Yoruba, and the guy would probably assume he was from some part of Uganda where they spoke a different language. So looking across the table he said: “Egbon Eko ni mi se? Ni bo lo ti ja wa?” In Yoruba, this loosely translates to: “I’m a Lagos man. Where did you come from?” Remember, Lagos is a state in Nigeria, and it used to be the capital.

The fellow looked up at our friend. His eyes lit up as he said: “Ah, bobo gan! Omo Eko ni mi se! Omo Eko gan gan!” In Yoruba, this loosely translates to “Hey buddy! I’m a Lagos child. A REAL Lagos child!”