This will be fast. Bear with me. Since I landed at the JFK International Airport in New York in 2017, and took a four hour trip from there to Washington DC, I have stumbled, rumbled, bumbled and guessed my way into the American way of life.
Bear with me. I don’t even know where to start. Wait, still trying to find the best way to tell this story. Do not laugh. Just give me a pat on the back because I am about to take you into a different world.
First of all, I had to learn in two years what people here have known since birth.
It starts at the Airport. You get there. You stand there. It’s cold. You’re used to heat. Extreme Lagos heat. So hot was my room in Lagos that I did not close the windows for three years. I am not kidding.