Good day everyone, welcome to my blog.
A good shout out to the comedy community for giving us the opportunity to crack our ribs and for reminding us of things from our past. I read some post last week and I was relieved after laughing for a while. Laugh is therapeutical you know right?.
In response to this week's contest, I have had so many of such experiences. Being that I was raised by an old woman so everyone around me believe that my barging power is top noche. My friends usually say they pray I don't price bread in a mall.
In fact I do not like to buy from the mall. I prefer to buy from an open market so I can show case my bargaining skills. In all this barging pride thing, pricing meat was not my thing. Each time I get to price or bargain over meat price I usually end up buying rubbish. So what I usually do if I have to buy meat is to tell the meat monger to sale a particular amount worth of meat for me.
On this particular day, I had gone to visit my uncle and his wife after I had my first child. The family wanted to treat us to a nice fresh meal so the woman of the house had to buy meat from the market. I told her I would like to go with her and she obliged.
On getting to the meat stall, we saw different types and kind and we decided to settle for this particular one (cow head). Though it was looking so white but smells fresh. Then the bargaing started. Myself and my uncle wife priced this big and fresh meat from fifteen thousand naira to only four thousand.
As we were pricing, it got to a point I was afraid that the meat monger was going to hurt us with knife but that never happened. He cut the meat into pieces for us, packaged it, we paid and left. As we were going, I was looking back at every given opportunity to check maybe he was tracking us but that never happened either.
We went straight into the kitchen when we got home, rinsed and sourced our best and cheap meat. To boil it, we placed it on the stove to cook with slow heat and small quantity of water.
Brethren, lo and behold, after boiling the meat for about twenty minutes we opened the pot to stir but what was in front of us was river Amazon and some small small tiny meat that looks like grenite stones. The meats was looking like the one they sell for ten naira per one for school children in those days.
Uncle's wife had to rush down to a frozen shop down the street to buy chicken for the men of the house while we the women and the children enjoyed our white cheap meat. Lesson learnt, since then I avoid any thing that is too cheap.
Thank you for taking your time to read through, Yours truly 
Enjoy today while it last, tomorrow is not promised.
image is mine.