His name was Monday. He arrived Lagos 30 years ago with the goal of starting a business.
With a pocket full of dreams and the little cash his sickly father had left for him, he’d journeyed to Lagos to actualise his dream of becoming a business tycoon—or, as his friends in the village called it, Importer-exporter!
It had been a pipe dream.
Today, Oga Gardener, as he is popularly called, is greatly feared by the people in his vicinity. True to his name, he works as a gardener, growing ornamental plants and advertising them for sale on the roadside. Every evening when he closes from work, he ties a native black-and-red rope around his plants to ward off wayward people who might attempt to steal them.
Although Oga Gardener doesn’t believe in it, he has learnt from 30 years of living in Lagos that the people are deeply superstitious, and if there is anything they put their faith in, it is their juju.
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