Lucy resumes her trade
Lucy continued to struggle to provide for her and her daughter in the absence of her husband. She was unable to afford baby food supplements, hence maintained a strict diet of breast milk for her infant daughter. Family and friends came to her rescue but she wasn’t comfortable being dependent on them. A month after the birth of Cynthia, she thought to resume the trade she had begun before she conceived her daughter.
Lucy sold fufu, tapioca and abacha (African salad) she made from the cassava she planted in her farm. She also sold garri both in wholesale and retail quantities. She would often strap Cynthia to her back as she followed other women to the market to buy bags of garri to sell. She usually set out very early in the morning around 6am when she could get the best prices.
One fateful day, Lucy woke up and prepared jollof rice for breakfast and quickly swept the compound. Ogechi, Lucy’s sister in-law came to buy some garri. Lucy brought out three measuring samples for her to make her choice. She knew Ogechi was fastidious. “I would have come with my own cup” she said with a sigh. “But your place is not far from here, go get your cup”. An Igbo adage says; “A foul without legs cannot be sold to a native”. “I don’t want to engage in argument with you this early, you are my first customer. Measure it against your cup when you get home.”, Lucy said.
She got a shop in the village market, where she could sell her garri and also keep herself busy because an idle mind is the devil’s workshop. She always woke up early enough to prepare to go to the market, she always makes sure that the house is in order and Cynthia had taken her bath. Before she can set off for the market with Cynthia strapped at her back.
At the end of each market day, Lucy would sit on her seat when she gets back home. She would count her sales and check her profits. Every profit made for each day would be put in a wooden box she constructed for savings. All her savings were kept towards Cynthia’s education. Tonight, she was not going to stay long in the kitchen, she was preparing plantain porridge for dinner. Plantain porridge was her husbands’ favorite meal. This made her remember her husband. She wept briefly as she felt alone remembering the love she had. After she was done she breast fed her baby, ate her food and went to bed.