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At The Newspaper Stand

Dear OTTH readers, hope we had a great weekend because mine was fjghjdgdhdghfd, you get? Well, today we're going to be talking about something that has been bothering me for a while. I didn't think I was going to write about it today until I saw it happen again sometime last week so I decided I was going to write about it today.

What people argue about all the time at newspaper stands baffles me, I don't know if anybody else feels this way. Punch, tribune, the nation, vanguard and co all report news from different aspects of the world but in print and the papers are being sold to us - the public at different newspaper stands. The argument always starts with the headline and it's either about the content of the newspaper or someone else's opinion on the issue. There are certain things I don't understand when it comes to arguments at newspaper stands.

Firstly, the crowd at the stand when the papers come in. Secondly, the argument which ensues on seeing the newspapers headlines just makes me wonder why? Truthfully, we all know the news before its even published in the papers so why argue? That said, after the argument, what do you gain? Don't you just see it as a waste of time and energy? The part that amazes me the most is that most of these people don't even buy the papers, they just leave their houses early in the morning to newspaper stands and take their position as a supporter or opposer or both of the motion, whatever the motion is though.

I live in between two newspaper stands, one on the left and one on the right so no matter the direction I'm going towards, I must see any of the two and I see the crowd and the argument that goes on. The newspaper stand I go towards most of the time is in front of a nairabet shop so just imagine the crowd and the argument and this happens everyday, every blessed day as long as the papers keep coming. Some people leave their houses with the plan of going somewhere important but then see the crowd at these stands and decide to join their "colleagues". The other day I was at a bustop waiting for my bus and there was a newspaper stand by my left and I watched as they argued with gesticulations then I noticed a pen fell off from a man and someone notified him so he picked it but it fell again since he won't stop demonstrating and it made me wonder how many people's pockets have been picked or how many people have lost things by being careless just because they won't sacrifice 200naira to buy one and go home to analyze the information in it themselves. They want to read like five dailies for free and still make noise on top of it. 

The truth is, no matter your opinion on the content of whatever newspaper you're arguing about, it has been printed and there's nothing you can do about it. Even if there is something you can do about it, I very much doubt if arguing at a newspaper stand is the best way to go about it. If you're so sure the prints are wrong, you could present an evidence to the right people and see what would be done from there because I don't see the positive effect of arguing at a newspaper stand, better still, argue without creating so much fuss. I'm not against arguing and all but without organization or direction, doesn't sound right to me. At this point, I rest my case.


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