Recently I had four or five guys come to the house within a few days of each other asking for spare plywood. Each said he wanted to make a table for selling stuff. Apparently, times are changing.
Up to this point, the scene below has been a regular one just a few minutes from our house every afternoon. Folks sell their garden produce or things they’ve bought in the city and brought back to Menya. The goods were typically laid out on an old coffee bean bag.
But now, it seems, a table is a minimum requirement. I can’t explain the change–neither can anyone I ask–but at this rate it won’t be long before we have an IGA.