A Ghanaian approached the immigration official at Heathrow Airport, London, nervously. “Your stay expired 24 hours ago. Why?” the Briton asked. The Ghanaian almost went on his knees, begging, reasoning with his interrogator that he was on his way out. Then a Nigerian walked in with an exaggerated swagger and shoved his international passport under the nose of the British official. What the white man saw raised his adrenalin. He queried the Nigerian: “Your visa expired two years ago. Why are you still in this country?”
If the Briton thought he could cut the Nigerian to size so much that he would start genuflecting or fidgeting, then he made a mistake. Like a shaggy bear, the Nigerian bent double and slammed his palm on the table, his eyes blazing and the veins on his neck stretching to breaking point. With an emotion lazed with napalm, the Nigerian challenged the Briton to explain whether his grandfathers required visa to travel to and colonise Nigeria. “What nonsense are you telling me? Did my forefathers give you travel documents before you invaded their land, colonised them and appropriated their resources?”
While other passengers at the airport departure point chuckled at the outburst, the British official was short of words. He just slammed his stamp on the passports and waved in the two men through the turnstile and metal detector.
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