We walked by different stores in the scorching afternoon sun looking for the perfect bag and the right seller. Dodging randy thick-muscled men who grabbed at us and over enthusiastic sales agents, we looked over the several bags on display as my friend Nneka whispered glancing at a peach leather bag with gold trimmings.
“That one is nice too but it might be expensive because the stall is by the road. Let’s go inside the market, we should find something as nice but cheaper.” I agreed. Just as we were about to make a detour into the market a middle-aged tired looking woman, dressed in a blue and yellow patterned wrapper and a white blouse stood in front of us.
“That one is nice too but it might be expensive because the stall is by the road. Let’s go inside the market, we should find something as nice but cheaper.” I agreed. Just as we were about to make a detour into the market a middle-aged tired looking woman, dressed in a blue and yellow patterned wrapper and a white blouse stood in front of us.