Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Have no Title for this

Yesterday I met this smug fuck from Nigeria. He is studying law in some fancy NY university. The conversation starts off innocently enough, he is studying law etc. We start talking about the instant opportunities in the current economic makeup, its more about whom you know than what you know.. blah blah. Then he mentions that he is from Nigeria, his uncle is a supreme court justice there (a position for life, and a very powerful one in African countries), his other relatives are all cabinet members.. the works. He says that he worked a bit at the U.N. just to meet people and so forth. Then he mentions his various business ventures, mostly dumb shit that shouldve been worthless to anyone, but this fucker was making hand over fist because of his (connections). i.e. that the Nigerian government was paying for shit product just because this dimwit was their bastard nephew, and this guy had no compunctions about telling this to a stranger he just met in NYC. I wanted to hop on the next flight to London, whip up some good ol' colonialist out of their graves, and sail straight on Lagos, and teach this pretentious savage about "opportunities" and "connections". Ive been to Africa, have relatives who worked with the Angolan government.. so I'm not surprised. but why should I have to meet this guy here.. so he could be making his connections...???????


G*3 said...

Two, years, and THIS is what you post about?!

yechmech said...

Hi, my name is Yechiel. I followed your blog back in the day. I don't know how else to contact you so I'm doing it this way.
Are you still writing? I'm forming an ex-yeshiva writers group on Facebook and want to know if you want to join. The purpose is to write stories about the yeshiva experience; the good, the bad, and the ugly. Members can share ideas, give encouragement, or post full stories. Let me know what you think.

The group's name is Yeshiva Fiction Writers.

All the best,