This morning, I received an urgent call by 6:15am that made me jump out of bed. The caller wanted me to deliver a package at the other end of town before 7:00am.
As per emergency errand, I just used cold water and small toothpaste to rinse my mouth and face. As a daughter of Zion, I muttered some chewing stick prayers on my way to go and obey the call of duty.
When I got to the place and safely delivered the parcel at 6:58am, I was planning to head back home to have my bath and complete my aborted sleep when other plenty errands climbed on top of my head.
Buy me two sanitizer dispensers
Buy me a carton of Dettol – 2 litre with handle.
Buy me one soap dispenser
Buy me 2 litres of sanitizer with plenty alcohol
Buy me temperature scanner that looks like gun.
At that moment, I just knew that my day has entered one chance with Kleg.
I started my search for the items and by 12:00pm, I had only bought the two sanitiser dispensers they imported from China. No UK or Japan product that I wanted.
The next items required that I enter that legendary Wuse market again. I wasn’t prepared for the stress or madness of any market. I just wanted my cozy bed and laptop to write away my fingers and earn some cool money to kickstart the week.
I couldn’t go back empty handed to the person that sent me errand. I sha encouraged myself with the leftover rice I had covered inside my pot at home, entered the market with my strong girl pant and faced my fears eyeball to eyeball.
Luckily for my big head, I bought all of the things without any hassle or shout because I wasn’t just in the mood for any argument.
When it was time to go out of the market, my Ijebu sense felt since it was only a small carton and tiny nylon that I had, I can carry the load on my head without using any wheelbarrow.
As a good girl with plenty financial intelligence, I carried my carton on my head in broad daylight.
I was strolling out of the market when someone shouted my nickname with her full mouth. I wanted to enter ground when I saw it was one of my roommates in NCCF.
The girl was looking ndi sharp and beautiful to behold like an Arabian princess.
With my carton on my head and nylon like handbag, I started smiling sheepishly like a child that the mother caught stealing meat from egusi pot of soup at midnight.
I greeted her half heartedly and wanted to form one serious face when she asked if I was sick or something. That the Abigael she knows will scatter the whole market with excitement.
I was resisting the urge to shalaye but I asked her why she did not meet me the day I wore heels and plenty make up to the market. It is today that I am looking like a beggar with pimples, Ankara mask and rough hair that she know decided to appear like my village people.
The girl laughed at me eheeeeeen and said I can never change with my hilarious talks that comes out of somewhere she does not understand.
I sha gave her my phone so she can snap me and my carton. I have come to show you people so that my embarrassment can be complete in the eye of the carton. Lojupali!
Afterall, there is dignity in labour and shit money no dey smell. Never be ashamed of any legitimate hustle that puts food on your table.
How’s your own day?
I hope you did not beat anybody and nobody beat you?