Good day everyone, welcome to my blog.
I am an office worker and a business woman who sells purses and shoes. I sell to people in my immediate environment and outside my environment. I am able to sell outside my environment because of my online presence.
Business has been good so far if you ask me except for the challenge of way bills when we have a customer outside our state and how to entrust their money to us with the hope of getting quality. A customer from another state has to pay for her goods and also pay for delivery.
Some customers would even want you to share the delivery fees with them forgetting the fact that you are in the business to make some profit and not an NGO so if we have an inter- state customer we make sure we bargain the best fee with inter-state drivers.
Some time ago, a customer bought some shoes and a purse from me and was expecting it to be delivered by the following weekend. During the middle of the week I had to go see my aunt and decided to take the goods along so I can waybill it to my customer at the same time, you know? Using one stone to kill two birds.
I was dressed in a fine dress with nice wedge shoes, nice and modest jewelry all giving the demure of an average office tush babe. I got to the pack and alighted from my benz. Before I could close the door, motor boys were already pushing themselves asking questions madam shey nah passenger abi waybill? (Madam, are you a passenger or do you have goods to waybill?)I answered waybill please then all of them chorused almost at the same time where the waybill dey go? I answered them saying Ekitii trying to catch my breath because they were all gathered around me like ants to sugar with different odors zooming out from all of them.
At the mention of my location, almost all of them left me at once except for this young man who said he works for Ekitii bus and promised to help me out. After a few minutes of walking we got to the bus terminal and the driver said eight thousand ni mo ma gba last.( I am going to collect eight thousand naira for this package and it non negotiable) All my explanation and plead fell on deaf ears as he was not ready to listen to my English. While I was there, one woman brought a really big bag and she paid just three thousand five hundred naira. That movement I knew I needed to re-strategize so I went away with my package.
Two days later, which was on Friday, I woke up and as early as possible wore a roundneck top, shorts and crocs that seemed oversized. Then I hung a cross pause and finished my dressing with one of my husband's face cap. I didn't ride, I took a bike to the terminal. On getting there I went straight to where some drivers were sitted drinking and faced the woman selling drinks to them I said wo Siliffa fun mi ni pelebe, (Silifa, give me two dry gin)then she gave me two sachet drink and I gave one to a boy who seems like a moto boy at the same time asking him moto wo lo n load lowo? (Which bus is presently loading?)He pointed the bus and its driver to me and I went to deal directly with him.
After a few minutes of negotiating, the driver said oya San three thousand ko fun mi ni number e. ( Okay, pay three thousand Naira and give me your number) I paid the money and left the package. After five hours, the package was delivered and the customer was very happy, in fact she promised to refer me to her friends. Two days later, I got a call from the driver, I guess he wanted us to see because he said he was interested in me.
The movement I heard hello babe in a thick and funny voice. I knew he was the one so I quickly changed my accent to the finest British saying hello, who is this please? What followed was a great silence, I guess he was not expecting that response then he tried again hello babe nah me nah me. Then I asked you who please. I guess he got frustrated because he hung up and never called back.
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