Buredi Agege

Buredi  Agege.

I will demand utmost respect to myself this 'time around'. It is not what you think.

Hmm.

I have always minded my business on my streets. I bear myself witness. From $/G to Nassarawa, to GRA and Wall Street,Ayilara not exempted. I'm self focused.

So I thought until I began to notice something lately.

You have not lived in Lagos until you have had a good fill of Buredi  Agege and Ewa Aganyi. I'm sorry I can't explain anymore than this because that is not my discourse today. As Uncle Jimi Disu will say, that's a matter for another day.

The matter today is about the Buredi sellers.

As if by unbreakable Torah, they never walk alone. Liverpool fans will be easily put to shame by these nubile itinerant  ladies hawking their bread all over lagos. Where they do not walk in pairs, they walk either in front of the  Ewa Aganyi seller or closely behind. But hardly ever alone. It is as if their unity of commerce promotes their sales by reason of association.

Competitive price advantage has never stood one in preference above the other, yet, they are never removed from one  other.

But, that is not my concern today.

My concern is this; how come every 6 months you have either see a new set or a doubled set?

You see, the most easily impregnated  crop of Yoruba female folks are among these bread sellers.
Just watch, hardly do you see a bread seller without a protruding stomach or one struggling to blossom. You will think that they are in competition.  Kilode!

If they be 6 in a file, be sure to see them all belle-fulled. HABA.

I'm really distraught tonight at my sisters who hardly remember which of the ovenboys poured the hottest juice inside their cold pot.

Yoruba  ronu o.

This is no satire.