I'm a born and bred Lagos Boy (also a retired Yoruba demon) who use to think everything in Nigeria revolved around Lagos, up until I did my NYSC in Kaduna and the scales fell off my eyes, instantly I fell in Love with the north. I decided to do the stupidest/smartest thing and I relocated to Abuja and here's my story.

Recently my "Stay in the house" game has been very strong. Let's assume my house is unilag gate, to go from unilag gate to yaba bus stop would cost me about N800-N1000 if I were in Abuja so for the mean time am a sit my fat as down at home.

Being the wanna be chef that I am I decided to go to the market to shop for food stuff, back in Kaduna if you took 8k food shopping you'd fill up like 4-5 cement bags of food. I knew Abuja was expensive so I expected the worst. From my house to the biggest market in my area I took N500 naira cab. On the cab ride to the marker I was cursing the cab driver in my mind but I knew it wasn't his fault, everybody is a thief in Abuja. So I get to the market and I start shopping. The truth is I don't know the actually price of food stuff (except indomie and pastry ingredients). Back in Kaduna where I was I served in a village so everything was cheap and when I was in town I stayed with my uncle who had a wife so I barely went to the market(except to get pastry/ijekuje ingredients). Back home in lagos I have a mum sis and house girl so I had no business in the market (except when I wanted to get stuffs for pastries). With the number of times I've mentioned pasties you should know that I Love making pastries, anyways back to my point.

So Abuja market is a different ballgame for me. This was my first time bulk shopping in a local market with no idea of the actual price things are sold. Before I left I wrote a list of things to buy and to cut the long story short I bought only half of the things I wanted to. I tried to haggle(or price as everyone else calls it) the price of stuff with the seller but they all laughed and insisted on selling it at the price they earlier mentioned. To make matters worse I've been told I look and act like a butty so I'm very sure it was obvious that I'm a jjc and I had no idea what the hell I was doing. In pretty sure everyone whom I nought stuff from made at fortune on my head (including the stupid cab men).

Shit happens, I'll get over it soon enough.