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Me and Cooking Oil


Cooking Oil is one among other persons that I came to realize that he was one of my class mates in grade four when we mate at her sister's shop at Mine Market. He was out side the shop and I had gone there to buy bread for breakfast on a Saturday Morning. There were a lot of people trying to buy bread as in those days there was a shortage of the commodity country wide. In fact, many commodities such as Sugar, Maize Mill and Cooking oil were a problem in those days and once you hear one of that products has come to one of the shops people would run rush there. It was like people had more money in there homes waiting for such occasions. The sister to Cooking oil used to order Oil very often. He was nicknamed Cooking oil because he used to buy oil for most of the teachers from his sister's shop. The truth is that up to now I myself do not know his actual name. That day Cooking oil was the one who saw and knew me. He called me by name and asked me whether I wanted to buy bread l. When I agreed, he told me to wait for him and he entered the shop. Shortly he came out with two loaves of bread. I got both loaves and gave him the equivalent money.
At school the following Monday, I met him. I greeted him and we talked about what went on at the shop the day we met.
That was the day I learned about his nickname and who was the friend to him in the class. I was surprised to see that there other pupils in class I had not noted that they were my class mates.
From that day I started looking for him at the shop whenever I went to the market. One day Cooking Oil and I met on the way when he was going to the shop while I myself was going home. He was with his brother
Peter He introduced us to each other and somehow I like his brother and he also showed some interest in me. When we reached the shop and I meant to proceed home, Peter bwalya, as he was called in full, told me to waif for him. He went in the shop with Cooking Oil and shortly he came out alone with parcel. He escorted me and after a long distant he gave me that parcel and thereafter he returned to the shop.
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