In African societies, the market place is an effective informal channel of
information dissemination. The market generates soft news. The only hard news generated internally by the market itself is the trade statistics and price index of that particular market, the neighbouring markets, and the largest market nearest to the reference village or town. The trade statistics and price indices are outside the competence of the town crier.

However, because of the horizontal nature of communication in the market place, high volumes of information disseminated there have low accuracy and credibility. So, most of the information received in the market is often verified for authenticity by the recipient before use. The market medium only carries hard news that requires no verification when the town crier appears in the market....

Just then, an idea popped out of my head.

"Yes! Yes! I can also do it and make money!" I thought.

But what and what would I tell people. Both and soft news wasn't easy to tell here because I knew nothing, just nothing! It's been past two months since I watched television last. The trending news then was... Muhammad Buhari, elected as president. Or should I tell them Honorable Boluwatife Mayowa's death and the reason behind it... The true reasons. No one would listen to me, everyone must have perhaps forgotten who my dad was. And from Lagos, I'm now in Ibadan. Who knows me except God? Who would listen to me except Him?

Whether I like it or not, I would have to go back to Lagos, some day to reveal this news. Maybe to the media station, that is if they would believe me and my past. It might no longer be news worthy, what if my family members disown me saying it's all a lie? That wouldn't happen, would it? I questioned myself.

"Hello!" A boy tapped me by the shoulder. And I quickly woke up from my thoughts. I didn't know what to do or how to reply him, I only smiled back.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you going to work?" He asked with a concerned face.

I don't know this person but he sounds so caring. For once in a long time, someone talked to me with care and concern.

"I'm new here... I haven't concluded on what to do yet?"

"Don't worry... Just hold my hands." He answered with a cute smile and stretched out his right hand. "By the way, I'm Daniel Oyinkola."

"I'm Babatunde Mayowa." I introduced and accepted his handshake, the hand of friendship.

Daniel acquainted me to other boys, Samuel and Oyin. There were thousands of orphans working in that market and I was just one of them.

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