My fixer (guide) said, “We’ll need to buy fuel to the motorcycle to cover the remaining villages”, I told him to let’s move to the nearest filling station. “Ah! We can’t get filling station here oooo, we will need to buy from that woman there”, he said in a sharp response.
They were not having in the first place we got to, so we moved to the next junction, about 2oo meters away from where we were coming from.
With disdain, I looked at my fixer when he opened the tank and the young girl selling fuel in bottles was ready to pour the fuel into the tank.
She has done pouring the fuel into the tank, my guide told me to pay. “How much are the two bottles?” I asked. “That’s five hundred naira”, the lady told me.
I couldn’t believe her. “This is Nigeria, why should you sell at 250 per little when there is no fuel scarcity”, I asked.
In her simple explanation to me, “This is Nigeria but we don’t sell per liter at 145 Naira here, we sell in bottle and it is 250 Naira per bottle”, “So how many liters do you have in one bottle?” I asked.
She kept quiet.
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