New year hike
After spending Christmas with my parents, I returned to Lagos, and as expected, January came with ridiculous price hikes. But this time, it was unbearable. At the market, onions were being sold as if they were gold. I begged the woman selling them, hoping to get a fair deal, but she refused to budge. I finally managed to buy just one onion and moved on, hoping the other things I needed wouldn’t be as bad.
When I asked for vegetable leaves, the seller handed me a tiny bundle and said it was ₦500. Normally, that same bundle, with more leaves, would have cost around ₦200. I couldn’t believe it. Everything just felt upside down. It was like every seller had decided to double their prices overnight. I thought about all the meals I had planned, and it hit me that cooking in Lagos had become a luxury.
To make things worse, the gas cylinder I had just filled felt like a complete waste of money. What’s the use of gas when there’s hardly anything to cook? Frustrated, I dropped everything I had planned to buy and settled for a loaf of bread. It wasn’t what I wanted, but it was all I could afford.
When I asked for vegetable leaves, the seller handed me a tiny bundle and said it was ₦500. Normally, that same bundle, with more leaves, would have cost around ₦200. I couldn’t believe it. Everything just felt upside down. It was like every seller had decided to double their prices overnight. I thought about all the meals I had planned, and it hit me that cooking in Lagos had become a luxury.
To make things worse, the gas cylinder I had just filled felt like a complete waste of money. What’s the use of gas when there’s hardly anything to cook? Frustrated, I dropped everything I had planned to buy and settled for a loaf of bread. It wasn’t what I wanted, but it was all I could afford.
