The only time his hands exchanged money was when he was moving it from his shirt pocket to his trousers. It involved buying green maize from rural areas and bringing it all the way to the city to make a killing. It was all well until we were halfway when the truck stalled. Lo and behold, during the time that our truck had stalled, the sun had practically boiled all the maize! You should have seen commotion at Marikiti as vendors rushed to have a look at our boiled maize!

Source: Standard Digital September 10, 2016 06:33 UTC