The Fatness

I saw the funniest form of culture shock two days ago. There's a lovely Nigerian lass just up the road who is well over six foot tall with very broad shoulders. She's got a wee four month old little boy with the most impressive head of hair I've ever seen on a young baby. Its about one and a half inches long all over and feels like lambs wool.

Anyways this lady was out and about the other day when she ran into one of the larger American ladies on camp. After an introduction, she squared her shoulders, gave the toothiest smile and exclaimed (there's no other word for it) very loudly, "you're fat, like me!" all of her body language implying she'd given this lady the biggest compliment because by the sounds of it to be fat is to be successful and rich in Nigeria so its a very very good thing.

Lets just say the other lady look it the wrong way and is probably running on a treadmill neurotically as we speak...