The Lagos market was too much for Eki's senses. There were loud voices, people haggling over prices, and drumbeats in the air that made her feel like even her bones were shaking because of all the noise. The smell hitting her nose was equally strong—a mighty mix of spices, sizzling meat, and car exhaust that lingered thickly in the warm air.
Feeling very tired and emotionally spent after the Board meeting, Eki started walking through the lively bustle around her. Usually, she is very sharp in focus but now it has changed to a heavy feeling of frustration. Competing with Yemi inside their own company felt like a betrayal; it was an unfortunate change that ruined what should have been happiness for a potential investor.
She stops in front of a stall with many colourful fabrics, the bright
