About a week ago, I had to go see Igwe’s mechanic on fixing a minor electrical problem in my car. When I introduced myself, he was all excited, said Igwe was his buddy (although they only met like a month ago). I asked where he was from, and he said Pakistan. Then he asked where I was from, and I told him, too. He was a really good looking and well spoken guy. When I was about to leave, he asked, “Are you sure you’re really Nigerian?”
Me: I think so. Why?
Him: *stares at me, then shakes his head* Nah nothing.
Me: No, seriously, tell me.
Him: I don’t want to say. It might sound offensive.
Me: Trust me, I’ve heard it all. I won’t be offended.
Him: Well, it’s just that you’re too pretty. I’m not saying Nigerian girls are not pretty, but you’re just too pretty. You’re like a 9.5 *does that thing with his hands that men do when they are trying to draw a woman’s shape in the air*
Me: *blushing* Oh, wow. Never heard this one before.
Him: No offense.
Me: None taken … at all.
When I told him that I had heard everything, I really thought that I had. What I was expecting him to say (as I have been told before by non Nigerians) was that I was not loud or aggressive. But this too-pretty thing …
Obviously, my Pakistani friend has not met enough Nigerian girls, but I will forgive him because he said I’m a 9.5, and when you tell a girl that she is a 9.5, a girl cannot help but blush and love you and find no fault in you whatsoever.
The only problem now is that I don’t know if I should add this compliment to my résumé or not. It’s been keeping me up at night. And I don’t know if I should hyphenate my name or not. Vera Too-Pretty-To-Be-Nigerian Ezimora. Not bad.