I went out this morning to get few kitchen stuffs, and the market seem to wake up before the city. I hate going to the market especially when I don't know the exact stall to get what I want to buy. I was already frustrated and tired, as early as it was.

You know that moment in the crowd that you're lost for a second thinking about your life, it's a new year for crying out loud, "shey na like these e go dey dey?"

By the time I'll come back to myself, I was at a spot where an old man carrying a dead megaphone is preaching to a not-so-young man, I guess the man should be in his early 40s.

Most of their conversation is in their Benin dialect making it hard for me to understand what they're discussing but the dressing (especially the tie) of the old preacher fixed my gaze to the scene.

The reply of the not-so-young man gave me a glimpse of what the old preacher could have been saying which made me thinking all day. He said in his Benin/Warri pidgin, "if some of us would do money ritual, it is not to buy private jet or to be richer than your G.O; we only want to afford a three square meal and put a roof over our children." So I guess the preacher was saying something like, "what's the essence of the money ritual that can't buy you a private jet?"

I'm not in support of money rituals, and I like that the man said "if" and "would", showing he's not attempting it. I feel he's only said that out of anger to what the preacher has been saying that I don't understand.

This life ain't balance at all, every mallam with his own kettle.

But what do you think about the man's response, let's hear it in the comment section.

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