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Of Iya Tunde, Mama Bose and timeless corner stores...



When world rankings predict that African Businesses have a 5-year life span, do they factor in the petty traders that man their corner shops for a lifetime? 

I visited my parents in Abeokuta recently and was again amazed at the persistence of these corner shops. 

Photo by Breston Kenya from Pexels

When we moved into the area in 1997, 'Iya Tunde' was already there, the official plug for fresh bread, Monday to Sunday. She had a grinding mill too, where children socialised while they waited for their turn to grind pepper or beans.

She sold more than bread, pretty much anything people needed. Her goods often changed with the seasons, balloons and 'banger' accompanying the yuletide, leap balm and 'Rubb' surfacing in harmattan and umbrellas to welcome the rains. It appears like she has been there forever, but she has four educated children and two completed houses to show for it. 

What about 'Iya Bose' popular for selling fufu, then pepper, then brooms, then garri and other food items. Her business has run for decades, educating her children and turning her into a landlord. 

There is also Solution drug store. If he had a marketing team, they would position him as the community's first stop for health enquiries. The shop might have remained little, but it has remained for decades. 

I could go on with the examples of unsung businesses, with no business plan or marketing degrees to drive them. No expansion strategy or start-up grant- yet surviving. Maybe, even thriving in their own little way.

Someone should tell these stories. 

Now that I think about it again, that someone can be me.

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