Thursday, 7 March 2019

The Fruit Seller

Fruit Seller
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“Airport Road 2X”
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“You dey go?”
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The keke rider kept saying as he slowly navigated to the right side heading towards Total at estate, Okumagba Avenue.
I was seated at the left-hand side of the keke while a lady with petty goods.
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“Abeg stop!” said a young lad with dreaded hair, white short and sleeveless Lebron James Lakers jersey as he entered from the right side and the lady keke moved to the middle.
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“Bros, wait na abeg, I dey bringam come...”
A lady running towards the Keke, holding a blue checkered apron on her left hand and black poly bag was shouting.
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“Keke dey go” The young lad said...

“I go pass Fani-Kayode street oo?” the Keke rider said.

“Just dey go” the lad responded with indignation.
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“Nor be you that my custo, dey talk to?” the keke rider tried to tell him.
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“Na me, abeg dey go, I nor wan buy again”
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“Abeg sorry for her. Na korrect lady, I know her. Abeg make una nor vex” the rider, waited and pleaded with us, until the lady caught up.
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“Bros, nor vex, abeg", she said as she put the Water melon pod, 6 apples and a big bunch of fresh native banana inside the polybag.

"Jus give me 1,500 make i comot d hundred naira on top, I know say you dey vex for me, nor vex my conscience dey judge me”
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The young lad, without saying a word, put his hand into his left hand pocket, brought out his wallet and gave the lady 3 pieces of five hundred naira note.
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“Thank you, Thank you” The lady said as she walked away, tying her apron to her neck
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“Bros, wetin happen?” the lady at the middle asked.
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"Nor mind that woman" the lad began to explain. "I dey follow her dey price, all of a sudden, one Toyota Venza just stop, she con say she dey come and she waka leave me go dey attend to the car owner.” He paused with his facial expression indicating he still has more to say, and then continued.
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“Out of curiosity, I decided to wait to see what or how much the Toyota venza wants to buy, my people guess what?”
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“Bro, abeg continue” the keke rider said gently
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“5pcs of orange, wey one be 10 naira, the thing scatter my dada”
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“So na because of 50 naira naim make, Mama Ewos waka leave you? Dis woman, make we reach house first” the keke rider said quietly.
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I sat still, not keen to join the conversation, wondering...
"who’s this lady to the rider, wife, neighbour or sister?” I asked in thoughts.That got me interested in the conversation...
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The lady in the middle cuts in and interrupted my thoughts.
“Oga make una nor blame her, na d way our business be. Nor be say she really wan do wetin she do, i nor dey sell furoot, but i dey sell provision and recharge card and other things, sometimes, sumpeople go stop with big car, dem nor go come down, dem go ask us to come, dem go even buy recharge card 100 naira credit, we dey go meet them many times, sometimes becos some of them na our friend, or custo or becos we dey assume big or better business don come, but most times na bad market” she stopped and continued
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“I know say you go dey think say she abandon or look down on you because you nor drive motor. Nor reason the mata like dat. Me wey dey talk here dey guilty. Most times, I regretted my actions for being condescending, but wetin we go do, I know that it makes us traders look selective, but we are doing business for the money.”
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“Beht Madam, what she did is wrong and i have noticed that’s how most traders behave. Why una be like that?” the sleeveless lad asked.
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“That’s what I’m trying to explain, many reasons. Sometimes these customers like to price and talk plenty story or sometimes the way the customer dem dey dress, I nor get problem with your dada, but look yourself small, nobody go like to take you serious like dis...”
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The Keke rider cuts in
“Nor be jux my wife problem, my people”...
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“Wife? But why come dey deny or form one kind thing?” I blurted out
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“Bros leave that mata, make i continue, na everybody for Nigeria get that problem. As Keke rider, nor be every passenger we dey carray. We dey observe the coast well. Nor too blame her. All of us wey dey here dey guilty somehow. Sometimes we go carry passenger and drop the passenger along the road when we see passenger wey one take drop, charter or the route favour us. We know say e nor good, but...”
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The young lad cuts in “I know that you are addressed the way you are dressed, but a general remains a general even in shorts. Nigeria will only get better if we learn to value everyone, appreciate their time, have mutual respect for each other without interest to gain...but Oga, why you come dey first dey deny your madam?”
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“Abeg that na story for another day, mama Ewos get small skoin-skoin”
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“Stop me for Edjeba junction, I am going to Edjeba, we need to plant a book club there” I said as I alight.
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Everyone looked at me with surprise..In their minds, I am sure they were asking "this Bros dey okay?
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But none said anything. I paid and walked away...wondering where the book club thought came from... Luke 6:45

Happy World Book Day

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