4-Way experience
I paid yet another visit to a bigger market with my friend Joy. This was our last outing together before she left for a long trip. Joy had practically dragged me along, insisting we had to hit the market one last time. We got there around 3 PM, whatever she bought today would be packed away tomorrow, and I knew I'd miss her like crazy.
We started in the "female corner" of the market, where all the beauty products were. Joy was enthusiastic, picking up creams and lotions and telling me all about them. I listened intently, even though my mind was racing. But hey, you never know when you might need to know about face creams, right? I smiled and nodded, soaking up her enthusiasm.
After a while, we made our way to the "four-way" intersection, where all the action happened. There were colorful fabrics, raw food, suya, and stylish shoes on either side of this crossroad. The energy was infectious, and I got caught up in the moment. I loved people-watching and imagining the stories behind each face.
Joy was busy browsing through skirts, and I wandered off, taking it all in. Everywhere I looked, I saw little snapshots of life. A vendor taking a bite of a juicy tomato, a woman enjoying the view from a rooftop, a little boy tugging on his mom's skirt... each moment felt like a tiny piece of art.
I didn't want to leave this vibrant scene behind, but I knew we had to go.
I wanted to stay longer, explore more stories. But I knew this trip wasn't just about shopping – it was about spending time with her before we were apart.
We started in the "female corner" of the market, where all the beauty products were. Joy was enthusiastic, picking up creams and lotions and telling me all about them. I listened intently, even though my mind was racing. But hey, you never know when you might need to know about face creams, right? I smiled and nodded, soaking up her enthusiasm.
After a while, we made our way to the "four-way" intersection, where all the action happened. There were colorful fabrics, raw food, suya, and stylish shoes on either side of this crossroad. The energy was infectious, and I got caught up in the moment. I loved people-watching and imagining the stories behind each face.
Joy was busy browsing through skirts, and I wandered off, taking it all in. Everywhere I looked, I saw little snapshots of life. A vendor taking a bite of a juicy tomato, a woman enjoying the view from a rooftop, a little boy tugging on his mom's skirt... each moment felt like a tiny piece of art.
I didn't want to leave this vibrant scene behind, but I knew we had to go.
I wanted to stay longer, explore more stories. But I knew this trip wasn't just about shopping – it was about spending time with her before we were apart.
