On Sunday, this woman walked up to my family, and exchanged pleasantries with my mum. As a good child, I greeted her even though I dislike the discomfort that comes with being on the spot.
She gushes about me and talked and talked. Then asked, āWhat tribe are you? Because you are the one that is going to marry my son.ā
What?! Excuse you. What!?
She repeatedly said that phrase. My mum tactically handled her, but it surprised me. There are still tribalistic people in this 21st century.
Fortunately, I would not marry her son.
