How A White Man Surprised All In The Bank - Business

be in the size room of a first generation bank and swarm was pretty bad ( yet they say no money ).
There were some igbo men that had come to place quite an quantity of money and had been conversing loudly in their dialect not thoughtful that they were been a irritation.

All of a impulsive a white man comes in and the teller receives his cash at the same time as ignore the hisses and insults of customers.

The igbo men, trust them started insulting the man and went ahead to add more in their dialect, the white man then, calmly turns to them and responded to them in IGBO language then went on to add a few more sentences... the whole bulk room kept shut out of shock of lessons .I turned to him in admiration to ask him on how he learnt igbo and he smiled and responded to me fluently in HAUSA.

Apparently, he had been there before every one else but the account number was wrong and he was told he couldn’t make calls in the banking hall; he then went out to make a call and wait for the right account number. On his return, he went straight to the teller as she had assured him that when he returned ,he wouldn’t have to join the queue again. The teller should have explained to all instead of ignoring customers.

Any way my point is that these white men are smatter than us, they learn our languages so as to enable themselves settle in and do business whilst most of us go to their countries and come back the same people we were when we left if not worse.