Introduction

"Hey! Mr. Michael Welcome Back" is the surprising words that comes out of my mouth and still wide open. It's a big surprise to receive the audience of this great music icon of all time in my humble home. Everyone still thinks that it's not possible for a humble Nigerian to have this great man of many awards and honors in my home, he coming back alive and visiting Nigeria too. Let me share how it all happens.

My flight to USA was very easy and good one. Everyone was American dream of better life with luxury, safety and provision. Many young people in Nigeria believe that their lives will be happy and better when their feet stepped on American soil, so seeing myself in such a great land is a wonderful blessing and experience.

After some months of adjusting my life in this environment, my life there underwent several interesting changes. I can enjoy electricity for the whole day with interruptions like in my country. With such power, everything including lifestyle and industrial activities really improved. Cooking and washing as form of domestic chores was very simple, neater and easy. Life was very good as I dreamt.

I started my studies as my reason of being in God's own country in one of their prestigious universities, Yale University. Studies was simple and easy with improved teaching skills and practices. In my country, Nigeria hardly will student understand how really what they are doing in higher institutions. For example, majority of nursing students does not have the chance of live practical till they are about to graduate which is the main reason why their activities are not satisfactory. But in the States, every institution have enough and improved equipment for training and learning, so I am enjoying my studies here.

Being an amateur singer, I quickly joined their singing groups and contests. During the practices, they were shocked my singing prowess as some of them thinks that nothing good can comes from Africa except our mineral resources. I sang with joyful heart with wonderful tunes that shakes the very foundation of our halls. I am happy because of my peaceful and joyous conditions which every humans should enjoy. A life free of pains and worries.

During one of our contests, there's a prize tag for that concert. The winner will have dinner with the musical icon. A celebrity of repute. Michael Jackson was chosen. The prize was a source of encouragement for everyone that contesting on the show. After rigorous training and coaching, my voice was perfected and improved which is ready for the show. I put every of my effort in that training to be exceptional and special. Now, I am ready for the show and greatness.

During the great day, after other artist's performances, I was privileged to present a wonderful review of his song. I sang "Thriller" with my wonderful vocal power that sounds perfectly like his voice. Everyone thought that it was Michael that's performing. I captivated the audience with my dancing steps like his. When I did that moonwalk, everyone in the audience gave me a wonderful ovation so I won the contest like that. My name was everyone's lip and I become a super star!

After the show, I was greeted with many applause. It was read publicly that I have won a scholarship award and many prizes too. I began to walk and behaves like a star which I am. Ladies were around and boys wants to share beer with me. I'm very delighted to be here before I went to my hostel for relaxing mood. I slept off immediately, I get home because of exhaustion and tiresome.

In the early morning, the next day. A knock on my door wake me up to usher in my visitors. Behold, it was Michael Jackson himself with our voice coaches. I was shocked with excitement to echoes these words "Hey! Mr. Michael welcome home". I was so excited to behold him in person as my prize of winning the contest till I received a hot slap from my senior brother, who is sleeping beside me on our bed. I wake up to noticed that it was all a dream. My journey to America, singing before a great crowd and even seeing Michael Jackson, who have died for many years now. It's all a dream to behold these things to be real. I just laughed over it all.

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