Strategy!
It was a rainy weekend and my favourite "Gobe" (beans and gari with palm oil) seller did not show up as she usually does. I was really hungry and had to trek all the way to kotobabi traffic light on the Spintex Road in order to get some to buy. At the time I set off, it was drizzling lightly but that did not stop me from going to "hunt" for my favourite delicacy. I got there in no time as I was in a hurry, but was shocked to see a long queue of "gobe" lovers. "Ei Ewurade!" (Oh my God), I exclaimed. When will it be my turn? For a moment I was tempted to go back home. But the grumbling sound from my tummy pushed me further to join the queue anyway. One could imagine the look on my face, "Chale, m'atwe Mano tententen" (pouted my lips in anger) waiting patiently to be served. All of a sudden, I was shoved from the back and I stumbled dangerously to my left. I yelled loudly at the person behind me and turned to take a look at hi...