Happy July 2017 everyone!
I hope the second half of this year will be the best half for all of us, in Jesus name, Amen (shout amen!) lol.
Okay so, last year, most of you may recall, I shared with you all, a conversation between my friends and me in a post called “Dutch” (click here if you missed it). Till date, this has been my most popular blog post. With numerous reactions and opinions, it was hilarious to learn peoples’ ideas and opinions about paying for dates and so on. While some were completely against women paying for dates, some didn’t mind the gesture. I think at the end, what we got out of it was, do whatever works for you.
However, what happens when you don’t have the option of choice?
A relative of mine recently moved to the States from Nigeria. She was promoted by her company and was “sent here” for a six-month onboarding training for her new role. When I called to check in – you know, make sure she was acclimating into her life here okay- she told me a hilarious story!
Her training supervisor invited her group to dinner after the first week. Her group comprises of people from all over the world, all away from home. So this supervisor offered to cook dinner as a way to take the load off of everyone from training and create an atmosphere for them to bond. Excited, the group asked what they could bring. According to my girl “Nonchalantly, the woman said ‘$100 each should do.'” At which the group laughed. After much thought, she decided to bring a bottle of wine.
On the night of the dinner, she arrived with her bottle of wine and sat down to enjoy the meal. Everything was fine -the food as good, they played games, exchanged stories about their experiences – until…
My girl: Obiageli, can you believe our host, brought out a spreadsheet and started calling off names, telling us to pay
Me: Eh??? ISSA LIE!!!
My girl: I’m not kidding! The woman was serious.
Me: How much did she ask Y’all to pay?
My girl: Ask??? SHE TOLD US TO PAY $100!
Me: Eh? For what?
My girl: Decorated indomine! (Ramen noodles – for my non-Nigerian readers)
Me: OMG! hahahahahahahahahaha!!!! So did Y’all pay?
My girl: We didn’t have a choice. People started paying up. Those who didn’t have cash offered to bring the money on Monday
Me: So you gave the woman $100
My girl: Hell no! I gave her $85. I had to collect my red wine money
My girl cannot wait to move back to Nigeria “where people don’t charge you when they offer to feed you.”
I won’t lie, I can’t defend this one. I tried, but in all honestly, I don’t know how one can invite and offer to cook for you only to charge you $100. I am so judging. My oyibo no reach this level. ???
Please please please please please let me know what you think!
Until next time, thank you so much for reading!
The Wawa-New Yorker