Last night I had a fairly interesting discussion with my Nigerian cabbie. Summary, we talked about the difference between blacks in LA and those in Atlanta and general differences between the cities. He didn't quite understand, I think, when I told him about the difference in classes and how blacks in Atlanta are a bit more class conscious than out here. It probably didn't square with the fact that he and I agree that LA is a lot less racist town.
The last thing we talked about was how old I was, and I told him that I had a very strong family. He asked if I looked more like my mother or my father. I told him that I actually look a lot more like my grandfather who died at the age of 87. He seemed to be very impressed that I had a good relationship with my grandfather while he was alive.
This evening I just happened to be cruising the Dangerpedia and discovered that the average life expectancy in Nigeria is 47. Aha.
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