The leather jacket nobody wanted for six weeks. Then a woman walked in and cried.

I almost sold it for ₦6,000 just to get the rail clean. It's a heavy brown jacket, 90s cut, lining torn, smells of wood smoke. A woman came in on Thursday, touched the sleeve and stopped. My father had this exact one, she said. I was six when he left it on a bus. She tried it on. It fit like it had waited. She paid ₦25,000 without haggling, a first in the history of my shop. New thrift every Friday morning.