The Dreamer by Markus Godswill
Still holding his breath, James shouted at the top of his voice, "whiteman na winch oh!". The sight of the famous Eiffel tower was breathtaking and unimaginable to him. All he could think of was how the white man has succeeded effortlessly in building yet another Tower of Babel. He looked around him smiling, greeting everyone that looked at him. He would just wave and say 'hello' admiring everything his eyes could see. He seemed not to care. "O boy, I dey Yankee oh!" "The boy don arrive". *** The cellphone rang. A very huge man dressed in black answered the call before handling it over to James. "Sir, you have a call from America". James bobbed as if halted by a military officer. He looked close around him with keen interest for the first time, only to realize that he was in the midst of four huge men. Two in front of him and two behind him. "What am I doing in the midst of these huge men?", he asked himself. He eyed t