“Hello, how may we help you, ma’am?”
I was looking around to see if could see the white doctor I made out with last night, but he wasn’t here in the hospital hall. I turned to the nurse whose words jolted me back to reality after I had been long lost in search of the man who took me to cloud nine last night.
“I’m…” I wanted to ask her about Doctor Alessandro, but I sensed she just spoke English and she isn’t white, nor does she look Ivorian. “You speak English.”
She smiled. “Because I can’t speak French, though I was thought that s**t in school.”
We both laughed. She seemed not to have noticed I was Ivorian. I didn’t dress the native way; I was cladded in a shirt and black pants.
“Nigerian?” I raised a brow.
“Confirm.” She whispered. “You nko?”
I laughed. I used to h
