Talking of god and proudly presenting the cover of genesis, the man began to tell a tale. For many months, in his homeland there was no rain. One day a man decided to pray to god and begged, “send down the rain.” It automatically rained. “Amazing,” I proclaimed. And that my friends, is the story of how he believed in god.
The Nigerian man followed me off the train and began to tell me how in Canada, meeting a girl is much easier. You can go to school, meet a girl, and also their parents. In Nigeria you have to sign some documents, go to the opposing tribe, pay an introduction fee of some sort, and then meet the girl. Then he began to go on about how he had a three room apartment and a girlfriend in each room. Somehow he made money off this, I can only imagine what he may have been talking about.
Finally he said, his job in Canada is talking on the phone, using his hands through god to dial phone numbers and speak. No heavy labor, but a job he enjoys. He yelled at the top of his lungs at people on the opposite escalator, “Praise god and the book of genesis – may men and women be fruitful to each other.”
On the way to the bus, he shook my hand and left. Half of the things he said made absolutely no sense to me.
I enjoy listening to strangers, regardless of how ridiculous or shady I may find them to be. It gives me a different perspective of the world.
