Performed in Buford, Ga on Thursday— of course I told a story or two about growing up in Nigeria. When I got off stage an older man approached me and asked, “You guys speak French in your country, right?” I told him No and didn’t think much of it. Then he replied, “I’m so sorry for the tragic earthquake you guys had.”

I need to take a class on how to reply to this stuff cuz I never know what to say.  Just walked away.

Things I should have said:

• “Here’s $5 for a map but you’ll have to pay for an internet connection on your own.”

• “Would you care to donate to my relief fund?  All proceeds go to educating gray haired men on how to make small talk with people that look different from them.”

• “Oh, this is one of those movie moments where I become your young hip friend who educates you on the latest slang and you teach me how to pull up my pants, isn’t it?”

• “There was an earthquake?”

• “Sir, First thing’s first, Glenn Beck is not news…”

• “No, I said I was from Nigeria….”

Crossin the street in midtown mindin my own business when these 2 frat boys roll up on me & start askin where I’m goin. Told em I’m a comedian headin to the Laughing Skull Lounge and they respond, “Tell us a joke!” So disrespectful—that’s white priviledge in action. You can’t roll up to me on the street, unannouced, uninvited and demand I entertain you…unless you’re paying me enough, then I’ll put on a one man minstrel show personalized to your specifications

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