“Whose up to go hunting for treasures?” Saturday mornings in the summer, Mom would get us up with a call like this, and have a yummy breakfast awaiting us. We would get ready quickly and drive into town. Arriving in town, we would pile into our friends big white station wagon and hunt for local yard sales. It was such a fun time! 5 kids, 2 moms and about $15 between all 7 of us…times were good! At that time, I was big into dolls and so I would rummage most of the morning in search of newborn outfits for my baby dolls. The preemie size usually fit perfect. I still enjoy yard sales in the summers when I am stateside. There is something so satisfying in finding a true treasure at a fraction of the cost you think it is really worth.
Not long after I moved to Africa, I was introduced to market here. Each town has a market day and our town market day is on Tuesday. Market day is kind of like shopping on Black Friday, the day after Christmas, or Back to School sales, of course, on a smaller scale. The cream of the crop comes from all over on Tuesday. Most of the town visits market sometime during the day. The gardeners bring in their lettuce in wheelbarrows, ladies bring in fresh breads, grains are trucked in, juices and hardboiled eggs arrive for the hungry and thirsty shoppers to buy, steamed fishes and meat slices are brought in as well. It’s the day to get the freshest produce. After all who wants crusty lettuce that has sat in the hot African sun for a couple of days? ☺
Not only produce, but all kinds of items for the house and clothes too. I will say a weary heart does not find the best of treasures on these days. However, on days when I am hyped to find a treasure, I usually do! Huge bundles of clothes that come in on containers from Europe, America, and China are what mainly makes up the clothes section. Most things are second hand, although, there are some clothing and shoes that are brand new and still have tags on them.
Most every week, the vendors will call out “my friend”, whether they’ve seen me before or not, to come and check out their spot and see the items they are selling. A few weeks ago, a man came up to me walking quite a distance from his booth and said he had a skirt for me. The funny thing about these sellers is that many times they can guess a person’s size really well. When I got home, the skirt actually fit! No size tags inside, but the man had sized me up correctly.
Being one of the only white people in town, I have gotten used to stares and people just wanting to watch me. One day, a teenage girl followed me the whole entire morning! I chuckled at the end of the morning as I was leaving, knowing that her following moments were coming to an end, and I thought, I wonder what she thought of the morning with me?
So many times my skin color brings in a higher price at market which can be tricky when I don’t know the real price, but a very cool aspect of having white skin here is that it is very easy to draw a crowd and invite many to a church service or an upcoming Bible club. Many will come to me and it is such a wide open door to share Christ with them!
Yesterday, I got bread and lettuce. $1 for the bread and $1 for the lettuce. Market is open every day, but some things are way better on Tuesdays for us. Being that I can ride or even walk to market since it is so close, I often go more than once a week so produce can stay fresher. Bananas struggle to last more than 2 days here in our heat and several other things go bad quickly as well. Having a monkey, I almost always have sugar bread and bananas. Keeps Curious Callie happy.
There is so much more to share about market in the future, but I thought an introduction to market was a good stepping stone. You saw how much lettuce I got, I’m off to wash lettuce ☺
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