We maintained a fair stare; okay it wasn't fair though, since she looked less tensed. I was the one that had the work load of putting up a carefree face while deep inside I prayed she accepted the price I bargained.
"U dey buy or you ne dey buy ?" she said with revulsion on her face, looking at me like I was a Fulani beggar beseeching for 10 naira. I turned back and unhurriedly headed home, hopeful perhaps she calls me back. She apparently didn't and I was beginning to go far, that was the only superstore in the neighborhood. The closest to it was at least a 40-minutes walk and I definitely wasn't cut out for that. Swallowing the shame of walking back to her shop was too much for me, not after the “I'm-not-begging-you-to-sell" attitude I put out earlier and I was so good at it, no I couldn't go back it was a matter of pride. But then again I weighed my options. And I had just three options: swallow my pride and shame and buy from her; go back home empty handed; or the 40 minutes’ walk to the next store.
I took a deep breath, turned around and Headed back to her shop, I could see her steal a glimpse at me coming and smile, she had triumphed. She had won the war, something told me she knew she would. "You don come back? “She sarcastically remarked before packing my item up for me. I wordlessly took it and turned around in shame , swearing in my mind she would get it back from me , I wasn't sure how though . I walked past the next day and met her sitting in front of her shop like an evil dictator that ruled her empire the way she liked and no one could do a thing about it. Her sales girl attended to the hundreds of customers that trooped in and out. She definitely was having such a moment, the street celebrity. And her reign continued, she reigned supreme, unopposed 😒 not until last week 😁😁😁 I had the time of my life , It effortlessly beat the time I had a full cake to myself. I watched with excitement as a bigger superstore was being constructed right beside hers, watching them pack the wares into the shop was like watching someone slip a hundred million in my pocket. It felt like cum rush. My eyes sparkled! for once in my life I felt like a perfect 'bad belle' 😈. It was worth it though. I went to bed feeling on top the world. Every day I looked forward to monitoring my new obsessions progress with great keenness, and it was just fine, her customer line increased rapidly .The concept of competition became rather interesting. It was a Saturday morning and I needed to get noodles. I oddly was in the mood to buy from my old friend.I couldn't help but shine my 32 as I walked to her store;
"Good morning," I greeted for some reason I couldn't stop smiling.
"Good morning, my son." she replied.
I found myself muttering "Blood of Jesus". Did she just answer my greeting, even called me her son? "I want noodles," I said blowing my chewing gum into bubbles and bursting it with my tooth making loud ‘cha cha’ sounds. It coincidentally was the same item I purchased the last time. I watched her pack the noodles cheerfully apologizing at every second for taking my time. I stood like a boss, with my hands in my pocket, smiling and giving the "I-would-just-go-to-the-next-store" look. She reminded me of a desperate Fulani beggar except the begging wasn't obvious.
She handed me my item and my change and I made to leave after suspending her arm on the air for two minutes "My son, thank you. God bless you." She began thanking me. Hmm... I wasn't buying this new change of behavior act. I was really disappointed she wasn't rude a second time. I mean I didn't even get to tell her “you dey sell or you ne dey sell?"
But then that's what competition
can cause, humility! 😉😉so don't let
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