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