18/03/2026
If you no get mind for this our work, omo, you'll get tired. I think it was early last year, December. There was this Igbo man who bought food from me every blessed day. I didn't know his wife, and I just knew his house wasn't far from my shop. One afternoon, I came back from the market, and the mamas beside my shop told me someone had come looking for me, the woman just left, but she said she'd come back. One hour later, the woman came again, and as I was about to greet her, next thing she says is, 'Hee, I don't need your greetings! I came here to warn you. I said, Warn about what, exactly ma? And she said, Stop selling food to my husband. Ever since you've been selling food, my husband rarely eats at home. I said Who's your husband, ma? Because there are many people buying food from here. She described her husband, and I knew the person she was talking about. Then I told her, with all due respect, ma, I can't stop selling food because of your husband. If it's one big eatery or restaurant, would you go there to warn them to stop selling food to your husband? I said, Ma, it's you [who] should go and warn him at home. Don't come here telling me what's not right. It's from her shouting, the mamas beside my shop heard us, and they asked what happened. I explained to them, and they said she should go and warn her husband, not me. One of the mamas said, 'If the food you're cooking at home is sweeter than this girl's, your husband won't be coming here every day to eat. So ma, go and do the correction at home, not here. And that's how she left my shop. The next day, her husband still came to my shop to eat till before the fasting started.
