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My first month

ByMoyo Okediji

My first month in the United States, 1992.

I began to paint in my office at the University of Wisconsin-Madison.

I was trying to discover myself again in a new world after leaving behind Nigeria and everything that was meaningful to me, everything that had anchored me.

I wanted to move away from gravity and try other things, even as the past held me down.

Looking back almost three decades later, I know I have not changed but the world around me has been changing and redefining me.

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Scammer: Hello, how are you doing?

Me: Very good. How about you?

Scammer: I’m fine, thanks for asking. how’s your day going so far?

Me: Excellent. Who are you?

Scammer: I’m Susan, from Idaho but currently living in Jacksonville Florida. I’m a registered nurse working with the UN nations overseas.

Facebook suggested you as someone I may know so I viewed your profile and decided to send you a request out of curiosity hoping we could get to know more about ourselves and maybe become friends.

Me: That’s great. Where are you currently working overseas?

Rufus Orisayomi with my friend, in 1981,

ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY (Part Twenty-two)

ByMoyo Okediji

I almost lost control of the steering wheel when Gina told me that the woman sitting patiently by the door of the buka was her mom. Her back was turned to us, and it was not until the bus jerked forward noisily that she turned towards our direction.

“She is gorgeous,” Josephine said.

Gina, with a scared look on her face, did not want to step down. She was sitting next to me in front of the bus, and her mother looked directly at us with some suspicion.

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ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1981 (Part Fourteen)

ByMoyo Okediji

“You still have a couple of drops in your cup,” Obaseki observed, leaning over. He held his cup to his lips and drained the last drop. “Drink up, Brother Mo, and I’ll take you to my mother’s joint. The beer is always bone-dead cold, I assure you. And you will always get any brand you want. Together with pepper-soup.”

Personally, I was done. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep off my intoxication. But I was all so confused. Somehow I wanted to know more about Gina and Joshua, and the only way I could keep in close contact with them was through Obaseki.

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