Maimuna’s Memoir: The Lunch Bill

“Tor, had we known we would have just stayed at the other shop and bought it at that price because now yours is more expensive,” I said getting up. Farida was already out of the door, urging Altine in Hausa language to leave the Ankara and let’s go to another shop. “This kind of increase na wa o, we were complaining of the twice in a week increase, this one is twice in five minutes!”Farida lamented dramatically.

The woman was calling us back but it seemed Altine had made up her mind not to buy from her. “Honestly, this is day light robbery,” she complained to me. We went back to the other shop we had ran away from and eventually bargained the materials down to a good price. Satisfied with our purchase we went to the mall’s restaurant to eat. We ordered our food and drinks. After eating and chatting the waitress brought the bill, and that set up a whole new debate. “Kai Altine, why did you bring us to this place? Why should we buy a bottle of Soda for N1000!” Farida yelled, causing the waitress to wince.