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| Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Source: Ted.com |
I was hurrying as usual to get home, oblivious even of the sweet breeze swirling round me after enduring a cumulative one hour journey in three stuffy buses, when I heard one of those beckons, "Aunty, come and buy sweet oranges." My usual reaction to calls like this is to pretend as if I didn't hear them and continue on my way. But this one was different- it was a woman's voice, and it had a motherly undertone to it. Nevertheless, oranges are one of the last things I will use my time to eat and my money to buy. So I stopped to politely decline the offer but was met with the weary but smiling face of an elderly woman who hadn't let the hard knocks of life take away the shine off her face. I'd barely opened my mouth to say the words when she said, "My orange sweet. I go give you five for 100 Naira."
