THE MAN WITH THE BIG TURBAN
I heard my name. Only my sweet old mother and perhaps a few of my earliest teachers called me that and in that are-you-OK-little-child tone. I turned around slowly as if white cops were behind me and came face-to-face with the man with the big turban. I chose not to speak in case I gave too much away. I was perplexed but I was trying my hardest not to show it. I wasn’t going to ask him how he knew my name for I was certain his reply would freak me out even further. “You are a very very lucky man. Many many women think about you". I was not too sure whether to laugh or cry. I maintained eye contact half-hoping that the eclectic gentleman will guffaw at his own joke. He didn’t. I looked around half-expecting some of my friends to come out of the woodwork laughing their brainless heads off at this very late April Fool’s joke. They didn’t. I still composed myself, there could yet be Candid Camera somewhere.