02/07/2023
Some of these street guys really don't know that some people have graduated from the streets.
So last night, I decided to buy Akara from my favorite joint. Luckily for me, I was the first in line, waiting for the woman to bring them out from the frying pan. You would hardly come to this woman's shop and see already fried commodities, because people line up to get theirs. She's really the best at what she does.
Back to the reason why I picked up my pen. So as I was waiting in line, another guy approached and joined the queue, few minutes later, an elderly man joined us as well.
As we were waiting, I noticed that the elderly man at our back was clearly tired from standing. Even if the Akara get set, he'd have to wait for the two of us to be served before him. In this regard, his legs would be losing patience.
In my mind, I was sending him some strength and encouraging him to hold on. Few minutes later, the moment we were waiting for was finally there.
The woman was about serving me, but I asked her to serve the elderly man first, irrespective of his position, so he could ease himself from standing.
But the idea didn't sit well with the young man behind me. He was like "Oga, better buy your own ooo, make I buy my own and then dis man go buy him own. If you allow am to buy first, that means I go first you buy too. If the Akara finish before then, you go wait for another round."
I tried to make him understand that the elderly man needed some rest, but he wasn't ready to listen. I insisted that the elderly man should get served first.
Papa was finally served and he headed out with smiles.
Then comes the clash of the titans.
The guy wanted the woman to serve him ahead of me. It would've been easier for me to let him have his way, but his approach was nothing to write home about.
Omo, I had to press my vawulence button.
This time, I told the woman to pack all the fried Akara for me, even though it wasn't my initial plan.. She did.
I was about to leave, when he said to me "We go meet on a normal day." He turned to the woman and said "Madam put another Akara for fire."
Then I turned back, I asked the woman how much was the already grinded and mixed beans waiting to be fried, she told me. I told her to pack it in a painter for me. I asked her if there were still unwashed beans, she said yes, I told her to pack them in a nylon for me as well.
She did, I paid for everything and headed out. I left no stone unturned.
Sometimes, vawulence is the only language some people understand. I also hope he learned how to respect his elders
This was his mood as I leave 👇
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