Everyday Living

The Ladies Night Market

   

A telephone conversation with my elder sister got me thinking……we were discussing various marriages (ours inclusive) and their outcomes or impending futures, and she said….Getting married is comparable to shopping in a late night market. That struck a chord in me

Getting married can be likened to shopping for goods at night. In a night market, you have sellers with various motives, some are there to really sell (because they are too poor to have a stall to themselves); some are there to make extra gain (they like to exhaust all their goods in one day), and some are there to sell off bad/ adulterated goods with the cover of darkness as their protection. The list is endless but the striking thing about all these sellers is: you will never know their real intention; you can only assume and hope.

You buy yourself a good; you get home and straight away peel off the wrap: you are lucky you find a perfect ware and you consider yourself having done a good job. Some of us would be quietly contented with our brilliant purchase, while some of us would seize the opportunity to get our friends together and tell them how smart we were at the market and how we carefully scrutinized the ware and ensured we got the best, despite the darkness….we simply can’t help but make an impression on our friends.

Some of us are too tired to open the good that same night, we drop it on top of the kitchen cabinet and let it wait till the next morning. Some of us are even so tired, we dump it in the refrigerator and we completely forget about it….maybe we are lucky it doesn’t go bad. For those of us that check our good in the morning, we might just notice a little dent and think, ohh it can still be managed. We never throw it out, then the dent turns into a crack and then into a mess….and we keep managing it. Some of us would even brandish our mess into a museum artifact and for the gutted and fearful one, they don’t hesitate to deny that the dent has always being there…..they become liars, free will liars and seek to keep the truth to themselves alone, some of us wouldn’t even mind if this dent occasionally scratch our flesh and sometimes cause a lesion on our skin, we endure

Some of us, see the dents and right there, make up their mind that the good was just going to be needed as long as it is useful, and don’t hesitate to throw it out as soon as we see the dent turning to a crack.

Some good items even turn bad along the line and some bad ones could suddenly become priceless and useful.

The possible list of reactions we can get from our late night shopping is endless, but the decision we make is sorely ours. Our shopping event can turn ironic, as we begin to see our purchased good take shape.

If you purchased bad, may be with God…. It would change for good!

If you purchase good… lucky you, please care for it

Writer – Tunbosun Oke

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