Somewhere in London, a charcoal black man was howling at a chalky white policeman for racist act. You are a racist he screamed at the top of his voice You discriminated against me because Im black He was agitated, almost pouncing on the mortified and terrified policeman who was very apologetic and trying to keep the aggrieved man from attracting attentions.

No! This must stop The black man continued I drive a Mercedes and you stopped me because a black man is not supposed to own a Mercedes He was raving and jumping all over the place. The policeman was trying his best to explain to him that he didnt see the colour before he stopped him, but the presumed victim had a bigger and more impressive voice that drowned that of the policeman, besides he had a case that could make an interesting topic.

Soon a small crowd gathered and one onlooker happened to be a civil right activist and the matter escalated from a curbside affair to a national issue to be rallied about. A protest march was declared and one thousand protesters turned up and T.V. networks transmitting the show. Mr. Akidi, a Nigerian visitor in London became a civil right hero overnight, he was invited for television talk shows and gave speeches in conferences where several people turned up to hear him. He was on his way.

There was this famous speech he gave, during one of his rallies that nearly moved me to tears but I was wise enough not to cry for such trash. The speech was like this:
My fellow humans in this planet earth, we are here today not to show off how serious we are on racial issues, but how deeply we care about our fellow human. Many of us have experienced racial discrimination and it was never a sweet experience. How do we kill such evil among us, where man is judged and punished for the colour of his skin? I am a Nigerian, visiting London several times in a month and own a house here, I wish to be respected for the good man I am and the legal businesses I bring to this country. I dont want to be harassed everyday because I am black. Today I join& Mr. Akidi was fantastic with his speech, he became popular, even the British government was willing to listen and work with him towards solving some of their racial problems.

Mr. Akidi formed a movement and named it People against Racism (PAR) and was soon a household name among the minority blacks and colored ones too, even among whites that found activism an interesting pass time.

Two years later, he came home to Nigeria, his daughter was getting married.
Adeze, the apple of her fathers eyes was excited about her coming marriage to her heart throb. That day was for the introductory rite, her man was coming with his people to formally bid for her hand in marriage according to

Igbo custom. The ceremony was successful, her father asked the suitors to come back for an answer in two weeks time in consonant with tradition.
One week later, Mr. Akidi had discovered something about his intending son-in-law which he didnt like and actually shocked him. The boy was an Osu, an outcast.
Mr. Akidi summoned his daughter and had a private talk with her, telling her out rightly that she was not going to marry an Osu, an abomination in that part of Igbo land.

My daughter he said It is an age long abomination to marry an Osu, an outcast, in our land. We are freeborn and cannot associate with those types of people not to talk of marrying them, we are not supposed to even talk with them or eat with them or allow them to stay in the same house with us. These people are like that because their blood have been tainted for ages, their ancestors were slaves during the wars of old, or were gifts to the idols or people that took refuge with the oracle, they are children of the oracles or slaves bound to the oracles. No, my daughter you cant marry such a man, there are freeborn like us, you can marry one them He finished with a sigh.

And if I do? Apple of his eyes retorted

There will be real problems for us, we will be ostracized like them Akidi replied solemnly. Adeze stood up, her father thought she was going to burst into hysterical cries but the naughty girl just looked into her fathers eyes and said coldly Papa, you are a civil right activist in London, fighting men that maltreated their own people in their own country which is none of your business to begin with. You strut about and make stupid speeches there because they cared to listen to your garbage. Here in your own country, you commit worse crime by calling a fellow human an outcast as if you created him. What morale justification do you have to fight racial discrimination? Look papa, Im going to marry Nnanna, whether Osu or no Osu. If you as much as bat an eyelid, I will expose you to those London people for the fraud you are. She hissed for special effect and stomped out of the room.

Mr. Akidi was flabbergasted, only the four dumb walls heard him ask What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Personal Opinion

a case of the kettle calling the pot black. Racism is better said than done. It exists among us!
i.e yoruba-igbo-hausa.