A DAY AT THE MARKET.



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Apparently, my eldest brother is getting married by month end. Being Nigerians it was today we decided to shop for the agreed upon materials so we can commerce sewing. 


The love of last minute or dying minute things is somewhat associated with Nigerians. Well, it was none of my business so I didn't say anything. When preparing to go to the market, my sister suggested that we get back before eating. I didn't object given that it was quite early. 


Soon, me, my sister and mom arrived at big market and quickly went to the section where materials are sold. I was excited at how fast the first set of material was purchased. What was left was the material for females. 


Given that my sister is a very picky individual we ended up checking every store that sells material and yet couldn't find the one she wanted. At every offered material she'll be like, "This isn't purple enough" me that hunger was making to see everything as blue. Smiles. 


Finally we settled for something she didn't really like given that I was almost fainting from walking up and down. Leaving the market, it was difficult to get motorcycle that was going all the way to our street so another round of stress began, we walked with the plenty load until we boarded a motorcycle. 


Getting home I quickly made food. Sadly, upon all the hunger I couldn't eat much. That's one annoying thing that keeps occurring. The hunger would come with full force as though I would die if I don't eat as soon as possible yet when food arrive I won't be able to eat much. 


Now, why am I sharing this stressful day with you? Is there something you can learn from how my day went? I don't know much, but this much I know, things doesn't go as planned so be prepared for however it turns out, procrastination is indeed a thief of time. 


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