Treasure Island

Mwende Mutiso

(Kenya)

Two Fools


“This will cost you 300, it’s the very latest”
Said she, a true mama in the market
“I wasn’t born yesterday my friend, take fifty”
Said I, with a shocked look upon my face
“Since you are my friend, pay 150 no less”
Said she, with a keen eye on my purse
“80 is all I have,20 for bus fare”
Said I, revealing the 100 shilling note
“150 it is, and that’s the final price”
Said she, with an eagerness in her voice
“Sorry, I’ll have to try another seller”
Said I, as I sadly and slowly walked away
“100 final price, but I make a terrible loss”
Shouted she, not willing to lose a customer
“Day light robbery, that’s what it is! ”
Said I, as I reluctantly gave her the note
“You won’t regret it, it’s fresh from abroad”
Said she – and snatched the money from me
“It’s too much, now I have to walk back home”
Said I, with a miserable tone in my voice
“I gave you good price, do tell your friends”
Said she, as she tied my goods with a string
“Good day to you and I won’t be coming back”
Said I, as I tucked it in my basket
“What a fool she is, I could have accepted 80”
Thought she, as she watched me walk away
“What a fool she is, I could have paid 200”
Thought I, as I carried my steal away

Submitted: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

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