23/11/2023
It was Business Day in my school, the one we call Trade Fair.
I believed I was going to make sales especially that it fell on a Saturday.
So, after all the promises I got weeks, days and even the previous day that I was going to be hugely patronized by all and sundry, it on that day occurred to me that it was null and void.
I stood at my stand hoping to see people troop in, when it didn't happen, I resorted to praying silently, then I saw myself walking round my stand, praying for customers.
Still, no one came.
Then I made a move. I took three cupcakes, three plates of smallchops and four meatpies so as to do it the local way.
"Madam, good afternoon. I have yummy smallchops and..."
"Thank you, but I don't think I have interest."
I felt terrible. This continued until the fifth person.
On the sixth person, I had already developed thick skin. Words no longer had way of piercing in.
I walked slowly in the scorching sun back to my stand. My younger sister was waiting for me abc the goodnews I was about giving just like the three wise men.
Upon seeing my face, she understood. I saw my sister's countenance fell but I had to encourage.
We started packing up.
"Hello, do you still have smallchops?"
Immediately, my face beamed with a smile alongside a yes as response.
"May I have a plate? How much is it?"
" #1,700, sir."
"It's very affordable." He paused after having his first bite.
"You made this? It's so delectable. Get me another plate, then package twelve more plates."
"Twel..."
"Yes, please."
He sounded more like a Ghanian here.
I was thrilled, my sister was enlivened.
"I will really need to get 170 plates of smallchops tomorrow. Is it possible?"
We chorused as if we have been rehearsing for long, "very possible, sir".
And that was how 170 plates of BeatitudeBakery smallchops was delivered in Lekki, Lagos.
© Ikpe Comfort