A few days later, dragged my white ass all the way to Ngozi's house. She had welcomed me, smiling broadly, her parents weren't home, which meant I could come in without fear of getting my white behind dragged off.
She turned her head towards me as she showed me where to sit, "A drink?", I just smiled, and gave a slight nod. "I would like that, Ngozi" I replied.
I had sincerely intended on just spending time with her. Maybe have a drink or two, but mostly talk about things, especially her thoughts on marriage. In the Nigerian culture like she had told me, You do not just spring up marriage like that, it was purely a family affair, and I intended to follow through every step correctly.
Obviously, things turned out differently. -- We sat on her couch in her bedroom. It was nice. Not big
