The woman in my compound was always borrowing salt.
Every few days:
โAbeg, you get salt?โ
At first, nobody thought anything of it.
She borrowed from almost every apartment, and she was always smiling and friendly.
But one evening, my neighbor noticed something strange.
She wasnโt using the salt.
She was giving it to someone else.
We didnโt understand until we discovered where all the salt was going.
This woman was putting the borrowed salt into small nylon bags and selling them to shops on the third street. ๐๐ญ
So all those โAbeg, you get salt?โ were actually business strategy.
My compound was unknowingly sponsoring her salt business. ๐