Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Monday, February 10, 2020
I LOVE NIGERIANS
I LOVE NIGERIANS
Nigerians are the colonial patchwork of the British , much like we Americans.
Hausa, Fulani, Ibo, and a host of others, Christian and Muslim make up Nigeria, where the “Biafra War” was fought in the 1960s & 1970s.
When I was at Howard I had some very good friends who were from Nigeria. One of them, Toxi Yomi Takosi, flew to St. Louis from Lagos in 1974, in order to attend my first wedding. I have lost touch with him.
While practicing law in Kansas City, Missouri, I was blessed to have several clients from Nigeria and one Nigerian friend among the ranks of lawyers. They were good to me. I viewed them as black not by nation.
Nnamdi Azikiwe, the founder of free Nigeria obtained a Master’s degree, at Howard University. Like me, we are linked by place of our beloved pedagogy. We are kindred alumni.
I landed in Lagos, Nigeria, in 1983, while beginning a 3-week tour of East and Southern Africa . We had made earlier plane stops in Dakar , Senegal and Abidjan, Ivory Coast, before reaching Lagos without drama or incident. All was quietly sedate. But Lord! in Lagos, when that plane began to fill up with Nigerians, a party broke out! Not true, literally, but atmospherically, as seasoned black Americans had said it would. Nigerians are energy !
My seat -mate on our 12-hour flight across Africa was going on a Hajj to Mecca, Saudi Arabia. I learned this by gestures and my Michelin map.
He spoke no English . I spoke no Arabic . But we communicated to the point that I was able to trade with this northern Nigerian Muslim: he traded his airplane meat for my butter! I named him El-Hajj Hussein. He loved my naming him honorably.