By Gbemiga OGUNLEYE
I confess that I encourage street trading. You see, I have this bad habit of buying things in traffic. Not that I really need those items. It’s my way of helping the less privileged. You may say I pay my tithe that way.
It’s the same reason why I am not a patron of ATMs. I patronise the POS operators. Why give money to banks which already have too much money?
I don’t eat gala, so don’t think it’s one of the things I buy in traffic. I do buy groundnut, walnut and bottled water, to mention a few.
So, on this day, on Allen Avenue, I rolled down my glass to free a housefly which had been imprisoned in my car.
I took advantage of the traffic light which had, by then, turned red.
Before I could roll up my glass, one of the hawkers thrust two packets of Mcvite biscuits into my car, pleading with me to buy them.
She was insistent.
I told her I had no cash; she said I could do a transfer. I told her I left my phone at home. She said I should do the transfer when I get home and dictated her account details.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Seriously?
What kind of faith is this?
So, if you are driving along Allen Avenue to Ikeja, please look out for Monsurat Folashade and buy biscuits from her.
