MOHAMED

Shopping in the market was an interesting experience and I always looked forward to “Market days” in Ogoja/Bekwarra which came every five days. I had customers; Kindhearted men and women, boys and girls who I bought specific items from. No matter how meager the item was, they were happy to have me around, and that feeling alone kept me faithful to their shop.

I was staying alone, so I needn’t much cash to set my soup in shape. Two hundred naira (N200)worth of beef was good to go for a sizable pot of soup or stew; if I wanted to spoil myself a bit, I’d raise it to N300, excluding other side attractions like “Kpomor”, “Crayfish”, “Periwinkle”, “smoked fish”, and “okporoko fish” which must not be lacking in my delicacies.

I only had one customer in the market whom I bought beef from, Mohamed. A Muslim; he was a fine and nice guy too, even though other meat sellers got jealous and tried to steal me from him, I remained faithful.

He never misses his prayers on a daily basis and on Fridays when he went to the mosque. He’s one faithful Muslim I know. Mohamed on his part was a very kind and faithful customer, I didn’t mind waiting for him to finish his prayers in the afternoon which he does by the side of his table, just because I wanted to buy meat from him. Nothing special tho, just being faithful to my customer.

I never had a reason to buy on credit sha;  no matter how “Allawee” delayed, God always provided some spare cash to fix my stomach.
I began to avoid Mohamed when he started to ‘dash’ me meat. Hmmm

At first it felt normal, but became quite skeptical when every time I bought meat from him, he’d say: “Kopa go, nor worry about the money”.
I began to feel uncomfortable . How can he be ‘dashing’ me meat just like that?

At other times when I insisted that he collected the money, he’d increase the quantity of beef he sold for me; so N200 beef be looking like N500. Woah!

I can’t continue like this o, “oshofree” dey purge belle. I said to myself. So I began to dodge him.

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A View Of The Bekwarra Market, Abuoichiche In Cross River State

Abouichice Market, Bekwarra Local Government Area

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