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Our Consolation

Once upon a time, a friend and I went shopping, during the last Lagos International Trade Fair. We came across a stand where disc man was on display. I wanted one and she wanted one. They weren’t new ones. When we inquired the prices, we were told N2,000. we exchanged looks, because we knew they were cheap. But still, we said we wanted to pay N1,500.
The trader accepted. After making sure they worked properly, we paid up. After paying, we both caught sight of another guy selling what we just bought. And his were brand new, and in packs. Again we exchanged looks and asked ourselves what we had just done. We should have waited to go round the fair, before making any buy.
Just for record, we approached the guy, who was selling to two others, and asked him the price of is disc man.
“N1, 500,” he said.
Unbelievable. My friend and I started laughing. That was the exact amount we paid of a used one.
He had two different types, the other one, according to him, plays MP3 and was N300 more expensive. That was cheap. We laughed harder at our foolishness. But, when we checked the functions, what we bought was better. Had shock absorber amongst other. With that, we consoled ourselves and left.
When we got one, my younger brother saw the two disc man and hissed.
“It is not new,” he said. “My friend just bought one for N1, 500. And that is what you paid for this. You were cheated.”
Thirty minutes later, he came to collect a disc man.
“Go and use your friend’s own,” I said.
He hissed. “That thing is useless. If it is playing, take one step and it stops playing.”
Our consolation.