Two days ago, my mom sent me to buy rice and tomatoes from the market. Simple mission. Very easy. Before leaving, she warned me: “Don’t price things like your father. Just buy and come back.” 😂 I reached the market feeling responsible. The first woman said: “Rice is ₦4,500.” Immediately, the spirit of bargaining entered my body. I said, “Ah ah, aunty, are you selling rice or iPhone?” 😭 The woman looked at me calmly and said, “Oya how much do you have?” Feeling like a professional businessman, I said, “₦2,500.” Everybody around started laughing. One man nearly choked on groundnut. 🤣 The woman hissed and ignored me completely. But because I didn’t want to disgrace myself, I stood there pretending I was checking market prices. After wasting almost 20 minutes pricing different stalls, hunger started dealing with me. The aroma of fried meat nearby was calling my name spiritually. I finally used the money my mom gave me to buy food first. Big mistake. 💀 When I got home with half the items, my mom asked, “Where is the remaining money?” I started explaining economics, inflation, and fuel price increase. She just looked at me and said, “So na IMF send you go market?” 😂
