20 Chapter 20

"One paint of rice" I answered and glared at Michael who was looking at me like I had lost my mind.

"What do you need one paint of rice for? It’s too much" he answered arrogantly and I hissed before unzipping my wallet. I handed the obviously impatient old woman some money and she glared at the two 1000 naira notes in her hand.

"Ah! Me I don’t have change o! You go come back for change" she frowned and I rolled my eyes. I eyed her while she mumbled under her breath about not having change as she sold the rice.

"Carry the rice, Michael" he did just that and threw his free arm over my shoulder

"I want fried fish" he whispered as we walked away and I chortled.

"Then go and buy fish and fry it or better still…buy fried fish there" I pointed at a kiosk where I usually bought mine.

"I don’t buy food outside" he pouted and I glared at him pointedly.

"See me see trouble o. If I eventually buy fish then you will fry it…I hate frying fish" I confessed and he sighed.