So back to the Nigerian community in Sweden. The thing about Nigerians in Sweden is that they are willing to take any crap job on offer and work around the clock in order to save up money to send gifts back home, or perhaps even buy a ticket for a long lost relative. With they way I travel, I am pretty much the same way, so, I tend to end up doing the same shitty jobs as them, just to get some extra cash on the side.
I'd tell you about some of the jobs I've had, but I think most of them come with nice time in jail attached so, for now... I'll leave it to your imagination, which I am sure can be vivid. Anyway, this is why the nigerians come up in my conversation alot. Simply because they do in real life. And man, it doesn't get any more real that this.
I have four friends and they all got married last year. When they told me all about the weddings and the ceremonies, I was tearing up, imagining these Nubian gods marrying Swedish princesses and living happliy ever after... I am a sucker for romance, although my life seems to be pretty void of it.
So there I was with my pink fluffy fantasies getting all worked up when they looked at me, laughed and said:
"Marriage of convienience. You know, for papers only."
Shit man. All my daydreams down the toilet.
They don't even live with these women, they are just a way of getting residencey in Sweden.
Now I ask you this, with most of the Western world having wet dreams about Swedish women... wouldn't it make sense to at least... you know...? As long as you got one anyway, why the hell not? It would almost be rude not to.
I tried convincing my friends of this but to no avail. As soon as they get the papers, they'll divorce and find a nice girl from back home. The End.
Not really the kind of story I'll be telling my kids (if I ever have any) but the truth of the matter, today, here.
Oh... As always there has to be a silver lining right?
So here it is.
While we were all having this talk, a fifth guy entered into the conversation. He timidly spoke up and said: " I met my Swedish wife on vacation in Spain and I love her"
His name is Valentine. How appropriate is that???
Anyway...
That's the kind of ending I like.