Well The world Turns

Last weekend I went to a bar to chill out with my friends after school. After just a couple of seconds, a big and jovially looking man walked up to me and extended his hand for a handshake. Of course, we all are men, so i made a return gesture and we shook hands. Immediately he grabed
my hands, his countenance changed and he asked me in a Swedish dialect, 'black man, are you proud of yourself'? Of course, because the dialect was not so familiar to me, i couldn't get everything but I never let go of the smile in my face.

On the contrary, My friends jumped on him. They were about tearing him apart when i asked them to let him be. But they said to me, 'Mike, if you got everything he said, you will brake his neck yourself'. But I said to them, well, i knew already he was not praising me, otherwise, you would not have gone wild on him. However, i shook his hand even stronger and told him that I came from Nigeria to read my masters degree program in his land and i guess without being disrespectful that he has not been in the collage. Whether he felt bad for his initial comment was just visible because he gave me a hug and returned the faded smile.

I really don't think that this is good enough to be a story here but the obvious reason why I put it up is to show the effect of love on hatred and understanding on misunderstanding. Until this time, I have never had a doubt in me that the only way the world can change is by love and the only way the world can unite is love.

Please, If you have a contrary opinion, sell it to me.