A little later our guide from the YMCA came over with a local man who initially said he was interested in why we were here and taking pictures. I said the pictures were for family and friends back home so that they could appreciate where I was living as they had never been to Nigeria. After much to-ing and fro-ing it became apparent that this interest was a rouse and he was angling for “ a complement”, in other words he wanted money to continue to let us take pictures. After much politeness, I gave up and simply said No to the complement and stopped taking pictures, leaving others to continue to haggle with him in Hausa. Leaving a bit of a sour taste in everyone’s mouth, we moved off to return to the market sellers who were selling fabric which a number of us were intending to buy. Much to the stall holder’s annoyance we said no more pictures when he said Snap me.
Otherwise the market and the stallholders were great – lots of life, colour, marvellous faces and displays. Small enough to be interesting, not too crowded. It sold everything – cosmetics, toiletries, shoes, clothes, fabric and food – your classic village market.
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Fabulous fantastic photos!!! What an adventure!
ReplyDeleteI love the pictures, the market...everything! Can't believe you had a guy trying to take advantage of you... this would p'me off...
ReplyDeleteEver so great-the posts honesty-the pictures....I like how the one woman describes to you how she has never seen someone like you at the market before!
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Tx for the positive feedback folks.
ReplyDeleteAlways good to know people are reading my rambles but also enjoying them ....I do!