Have you ever admired a design, cloth artwork or even a person’s shape or face from a distance but while you walk closer, you discover that it was all a piece of trash and that there was nothing to admire. Yes, the devil is in the details and once the details are ignored, one might end up facing the wroth of it. Here is my experience and entry for the creative nonfiction prompt #66.
It was on a Friday, the 30th of December 2022, we were preparing for New Year, everywhere looked busy and filled with live, shops were stocked up as usual for festive market. I had just arrived from school some days ago and had visited some friends of mine that I hadn’t seen for a long time.
On this fateful Friday, I decided to visit Ade at his Uncle’s mini boutique. I got to know Ade a year before, the first time I stepped into the boutique to get a trouser. While I was searching for the once that suits me best, I discovered that they had shoes that sized me. As a big footed person that I am, I barely had shoes because it was difficult to get my size and most times I get to build my palm wears. Aside the fact that I saw various shoes that I could buy, I also notices Ade’s sense of humor, this prompted me to collect his number and we became friends.
Back to December 30, 2022. On getting to the boutique, Ade and I exchanged pleasantries and spoke for a while then he proposed,*Boss I get one nice shoe o, and na your size. Oh wow, let me have a look at it, I replied. He brought out the nice looking Jordan shoe, I tested it and it fitted perfectly well. I felt so convenient in it that I fell in love with the shoe on the spot. I did not take a close look at it before I asked for the price, we bargained and I paid happily thinking that I would rock the shoe throughout 2023 and even for a longer period of time.
The first time I wore the shoe was on the crossover night. I got home the next day and discovered that the shoes sole has started to crack, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I took a closer look at the shoes and right I discovered that the Jordan on the shoe wasn’t even spelled correctly, I also noticed a slight difference in the logo. It was at that point I discovered that I had fallen to the traps of fake products, I could return it because I had already worn it but I made complains to Ade. Of cause there was nothing he could do about it, after all his uncle didn’t produce it, he only bought it to resell, although I was compensated.
By the time I wore the shoe for the third time, the soles were already totally damaged and the leather on the body had started to pill, I had to throw the she away. It didn’t only feel like I wasted money, I knew for sure that I had wasted money. I wouldn’t have if I had paid more attention to the details on the shoe, including the brand name, logo and the quality of materials used.
Ade felt bad for selling a bad product to me and compensated me by giving discount for the next goods I bought from him, and I made sure that I did a thorough check on the goods before paying to avoid touching stories.
