A Nigerian man living in Sweden decided to marry a Swedish
lady in order to be legally certified via resident status, but the
lady was not aware of this. She felt he really loved her. Anyway,
seeing that Nigerian men had a bad rap in that particular part of
Sweden, our chap decided to lie to the lady. He told her he was from Uganda.

Upon marriage, the lady came home one day and informed our man
that she had just met another Swedish lady who had married a
Ugandan and they must all have dinner together.

The Naija man was somewhat perplexed, although not perceptibly,
and wondered how he'd get out of this spot. He postponed and
postponed until he could do so no more.

Finally, the day came when they were to have dinner. The other
Swede came in with her Ugandan husband and they all sat at the
table. Our Naija chappie was very quiet. "My own don spoil today" was
all he could think.

The two Swedish ladies, wanting their husbands to mingle,
being from the same homeland, asked them to speak to each other.
"Hey! It's not everyday you meet people from home.!" they admonished.

Our Naija man, being a man of great savvy, decided that he
would just speak Yoruba, and the guy would probably assume he was
from some part of Uganda where they spoke a different language.
So looking across the table he said: "Omo Eko ni mi. Ni bo lo ti ja wa?"

The fellow looked up at our friend. His eyes lit up as he
said: "Ah, bobo gan! Omo Eko le mi nan!"

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