Jollof Love

When Sarah (a blonde-haired Chicago accountant) threw her hands in the air at the Lagos

beach party, shouting 'Oya let's go!' in perfect Pidgin rhythm, the whole circle erupted in cheers. Her

Nigerian beau Tunde nearly spilled his Chapman cocktail. 'Eh! See as you dey speak Pidgin like market

woman!' he laughed, pulling her close as the DJ transitioned to Burna Boy. The way her hips caught the

Afrobeats rhythm - no longer the stiff 'oyinbo' dancer from three months ago - made his friends elbow him

knowingly. That night, when she surprised him by correctly eating her suya with the sliced onions instead of

pushing them aside like most foreigners, Tunde whispered in her ear what every non-Nigerian woman

dreams of hearing: 'You don pass test - my mama go like you well well.