A different prespective to Life

My wife began noticing that I occasionally saw a similar overweight person on TV, with puffed-out cheeks, a distended abdomen, and a shining face. She thought I had become delighted. She said that I became excited as I began to mutter under my breath, "Life Is Good!" As some people who were overweight had great difficulty in both breathing and moving. Some of us were both fast on our feet and were quick all-rounders, their movements being smooth and what seemed exaggerated due to their body mass. They had quick and precise body moves and could out-dance anyone thinner with a similar height or lower BMI, maybe because they had more parts to move.  This ideology on loving overweight ladies may have come from a previous life in Nigeria. I could totally blame my senior brother and closer male relatives for inserting these thoughts on me. As we would become excited, whenever we saw such a lady with a big tummy, big buttocks, big breast dancing and wiggling all the fat and flesh ...

We were celebrating the birthday celebration of one of our friend's children,  and as usual, a few of the 'men folk' who were able to detach themselves from kitchen activities and migrated outside to form a subgroup (with the ladies permission, I might say). And the topics ranged from politics to football and mentioned the current Ebola crisis and how well Nigeria had seemed to control it. After eating the usual Jollof or special fried rice, fried chicken, etc. and washing down with 'minerals' (soft drinks). The discussion quickly switched to Nigeria, and the usual Nigerian bashing began then. After a while, one of them said, "Why Nigeria can't it be just like the UK?". "If Nigeria was even 10% of the UK, I would not have left, Nigga", he added. Already people were beginning to feel the heat in the UK and were slightly uncomfortable. Apart from experiencing what they felt might be a form of indirect racism. Some of my brother...