Last week, I had a schedule to escort one of my aunts to Onitsha Market (one of the biggest markets in Nigeria) to get some materials for her business. For those of you that don't know about Onitsha market in Nigeria, there's nothing tradable that you can't find there; even human parts are boldly sold there, and it's also a government-approved scam zone for marketers.
We embarked on the journey as early as 6 a.m. so as to complete our purchase on time and escape heavy traffic at the head bridge.
We got there around 7:25 a.m., and my aunt led the way to the sector where they sell kitchen items. I wasn't interested in their haggling, so I just occupied one of the empty chairs there and sat down to grind on my phone.
I thought because we got to the shop directly without stopping by to check on other marketers that beckoned on us to patronise them, we would get it done in a jiffy, but my aunty brought out her PhD in haggling, and it lasted for 4 hours.
She succeeded in charming the trader to sell according to her price, and we parked the goods and were ready to go. We hired some wheelbarrow pushers to help us, and we moved towards the motor pack with the wheelbarrow pushers leading the way and using us to pass on roads in the market that looked like the devil's den.
Then, I saw a banner that caught my attention. I paused and used my hand to rob my eyes; maybe I wasn't seeing well.
On the banner, look at what was boldly written there:
"BUY YOUR PIECES OF HIVE HERE," and it has Hive's logo. Yes, the Hive logo we all know
At first, I thought it was a Crypto trader's banner who deals in all Crypto exchanges, but no, there's nothing like that.
"Aunty, please hold on; I want to check something in this shop." I beckoned to her, and she paused, looking surprised.
I didn't give her the chance to bombard me with a series of "what's that and what for?"
I left and entered the shop, where I met a man in his early 50s in crazy jeans and a faded black polo. I looked around, and I couldn't figure out what the shop was all about. There were shelves harbouring cylinders, there were fairly-used clothes, and others.
"Oga, welcome, we have this and that," he said, pointing at shelves containing all manner of cocked and poorly transparent cylinder flasks.
"Ummmm... I saw something on your banner and I would like to inquire... do you sell Hive?" I asked. Yes, they're in those cylinders.
*"Wait, I mean Hive, Hive, with this logo?"" I stretched out my phone, showing him a photo of the Hive logo.
"Yes, we have different pieces in different sizes." He boastfully replied and went to one of the cylinders and brought out some small pieces of silver-coloured metal with the Hive logo crested on them.
"Jeeeeez!" I exclaimed
"Oga, you're selling physical Crypto! Cryptos are not physical!" I voiced out of shock, and he...
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What do you know about Igbo people?
They can sell anything that's both sellable and not sellable. If they have access to our creator, they'll make a fortune from selling unimaginable things. Imagine the Igbos selling God's Breath, packaged in a transparent nylon...
Although the story above is made up, but it's not far from what the Igbos can do. I'm very sure they're selling physical Cryptos somewhere on this planet.
He said he stopped the business because it's working against his academic life and hoping to go into another pattern of business, so I recommended that he go into Physical crypto trading.
How???
Well, I don't know how, but I trust him to use his Igbo sense to cook up something on it.
Bro, if you finally arrive, remember the suggestion. Mine is just 9%. I can't measure with God.
Thank you for reading.