At the point when you are in a big city, You are guaranteed to see a ton of things. Regardless of whether it be galleries, live music, or excellent sculpture: There's something for everybody.

In this city, I saw a couple of individuals sleeping on walkways. I saw a man playing drums for gifts. I saw people selling water for #20.

There is one stranger specifically, that I remember unmistakably. She was a Yoruba lady. She was wearing a straw-weaved cap, joined by a robe.

I was strolling to the exhibition hall when she stopped me. The lady had the most beautiful armband, and she slid into my arm.

She had many of them, and the armbands were without a doubt handmade. With a perching, cheerful grin all over, The Yoruba lady said #100 Please."

"I don't have any cash." I say, since well.. I didn't.

"#100 please." She repeats.

I start to slip away at this point. "I don't have any cash!" I repeated, and I gave the wristband back to her.

The lady's face gradually alters into a glum frown, as she realized I can't buy the wristband.

I head further in the opposite direction, and in almost no time the lady disappears inside the crowd of busy people.

I did not see her again.

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Write about the stranger you won't forget

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