My Frist Day At Kuto Market
Chibuzor Mordi@chibuzormordi675645
5 months ago
NircleStories
It may not sound strange to me but it would sound weird to a million of adults and youths out there because my Frist Day At Kuto Market wasn't really my Frist day to the market place but it would be my Frist without the involvement of my mother, father even my aunties. My Journey commenced at exactly 11:30am with two damsel (one in a red gown with white colored stripes all over it, the other in orange) after the completion of the regular Saturday morning chores, A cab was boarded right in front of Sudubi Onikolobu, in front of WAEC office, each of us cos about 400 naira to our destination,I being the man or should I say the muscle needed to carr6 the grocery bags(sacks) which will accommodate the foodstuffs. Upon Alighting from the cab, the Frist item to be crossed off the list was unblended Egusi which was purchased at Two thousand four hundred Naira, our journey continued as i dragged the grocery sack while I followed like a lost puppy, we proceeded to a supermarket where rice is been sold, although we didn't purchase any item, we needed to make enquiry of some items to aid our trip. We dive into the main market to commence our exercise, we stopped at a wheelbarrow of Pepper and tomatoes with the fulani being the vendors, we bargain with each and every one of them for a more appropriate lesser price with the truck in the middle emerge as the winning vendor as he sold a mini paint bucket for One Thousand Eight Hundred Naira (1800) while others contemplated and held on to their Two Thousand Fine Hundred Naira (#2500) price, along with pepper, onions was purchased for Nine Hundred Naira (900) for sixteen bud of onions as one of the girls purchased more for herself. Next on the list was Palm oil, as we continued our journey around the market, a beautiful plus sized woman with a smile on her face as she chant in YORUBA OKO MI, which means MY HUSBAND while trying to persuade me to patronize her sales of vegetables but I declined as I gesticulated in being in with the two ladies in front of me. We bought half keg of oil from a wooden built Koisk own by a Tall malenim looking middle age woman with two children, both a boy and a girl believed to be below the age of ten. I took a break in her Koisk as the ladies which I accompanied went to partake in other tasks that requires not my presence or help. As I rested after a long hour of walking and dragging of items bought in a sack. As I was seated in the Koisk, I observed the scenery of the market place and I observe the chanting, the smell of tomatoes, oozing smell of fish, the loud and noisy sound from an Audio device to aid Sales and marketing. As I looked around, it then dawned on me as to why I was earlier called OKO MI, looking around I realized that no single man was at the purchasing end, the only men I found at the market place were the vendors. In my mind, I was like "oh, No wonder" and I laughed. Two hours later, the ladies haven't returned as I started getting hungry and frustrated as the food I ate earlier before embarking on this journey has completely disappeared. A glimpse of hope came my way as they came with items bought but my hopes were dashed when I was told few items are yet to be purchased and rice which was the last item to be bought before leaving. I exclaimed negatively as I watched them disappear into the crowded market. In exactly an hour later, the lady in Orange came along to keep me company with sugarcane for "mouth chewing"as she was done grocery shopping. In approximately 30 minutes later which was 3:40 pm on my wrist watch, we were complete and ready to go, We bought Soda for Refreshment as it was part of our budget. We walked down to main road but just a few steps to the main road we made at a shop to purchase half bag of rice and a popular cassava flakes called GARRI. THE half bag costing Thirty eight thousand naira which was after long minutes of bargaining and pleading due to lack of sufficient funds.
When every item on the list has been accounted for and marked as bought, we walked to the main road and crossed to the other side of the road which had numerous cabs waiting for pickup, three different cabs were looked looked over due to the high cost, we finally enter one that accommodated our budget, as we relaxed with tiredness in our bones while we are transported to our destination, we talked and made jokes to brighten the mood. We alighted in front of our compound and our joy grew as there was power (light) which is not usually a frequent occurrence in this part of Nigeria, to quench my taste, cold, chilled bottles of water were consumed. I showered, ate and had a long nap to relax my nerves.
Was It a good experience, yes, it helped me understand how the economy is and how to manage. Did i enjoy it? Maybe, do I want to go again? NO, never again, not even when I get home after my service year at home.