There must exist a handbook that every trinket-selling person across the globe has a copy of, and this must be its title. I’ve heard it from hawkers in South America, Mexico, China, India (oh my god, India!) and now, all different parts of Africa. In some cases it’s the only English some of these guys know, but they say it proudly and repetitively, despite the smirk it always elicits from me. As if all their competitors give me bad price.
Around the world peddlers can be extremely aggressive and persistent. In Zanzibar, row after row of shops had somebody out front saying, “Jambo rafiki, karibu” (hello friend, welcome) followed by, in English, “come in, come in, only looking.” Of course it’s not only looking, though, once you step inside. In Vietnam there was the woman pushing a bicycle loaded with ball caps who followed us for blocks, repeating “Mister, mister, mister…” We told her no politely, then a block later we said no again more sternly, but she wouldn’t give up. We thought we’d have to pull some kind of fancy evasive maneuvering to shake her off our trail.
In central Africa it’s no different, except it feels slightly more desperate, if you can imagine that. Two things you’ll hear in nearly every transaction with a trinket-seller here. As soon as you’re within earshot they will call you over with the promise of a “bon prix.” (Good price.) And once you start negotiating, which is 100% expected and seen as sport, your lowball offer will be returned with the classic retort, “Mais c’est la business!”
And they do something with their eyes when they say this. It’s a look that invites you to feel sorry for them. A look that inspires a lot of guilt about your position of relative privilege. Sometimes they’ll tell you about their superstitions, about setting them up for good luck if you buy now because you are their first customer of the day. Or they’ll tell you you’re their last chance before they close up shop for the day, and no one has bought from them all day. They need something to bring home to their family.
Worse, once you show the slightest bit of interest in an object, you are not allowed to exit the transaction. Many times when I’ve tried to tell someone that I’m just looking, I’m not ready to buy yet, they respond with protestations ranging from “But I’m hungry!” to “But you bought from my neighbor, what about me?” to “No no no, madam, don’t leave, give me your best price.” Sometimes things reach an intensity that scares me. When I try to be tough and walk away anyway, I hear all kinds of curses hurled at my back.
Seb and I have coined the term “charity buy” for these cases where I find it too difficult to say no. If it’s something small, anyway. I do have my limits.
In most cases it’s not charity at all. I’m happy to be able to purchase local arts and crafts, happy to give some of them away to friends and family on our infrequent trips home, and happy to support someone who’s just trying to make a fair living. Business is business.
First two photos of the arts & crafts market: Ruashi malachite market, Lubumbashi, 2011.
Photos of the tailors: Association Couturière pour la Relance de la Femme Rural, Fungurume, 2011. (By the way, negotiating with these fine ladies isn’t difficult or trying. Except for that one girl that one time who sidled up to me while I was holding a pretty pagne and said, with narrowed eyes, “Il faut me donner.” You should give that to me.)
Featured photo at top: a local vendor selling me malachite earrings for a “bon prix.” November, 2015.
And don’t forget about our trip to New York City a few years back, where we were surrounded by street hawkers in Chinatown for what seemed like forever, chanting ‘Coachie, Coachie’, trying to get us to buy their knock-off Coach handbags. What memories!
Nice photos and story. I still use my fabric shoulder bag made by the widows everyday, taking my lunch to work in it. Many people have asked me about the story behind it and I’m always willing to tell them.
I had forgotten that, actually! Glad you like the bag and it’s getting a lot of attention! Tell me if you want me to bring more as gifts for your office next time.
Great insight! It sounds like an art, in and of itself, to negotiate.
It’s difficult, for me anyway, to be a “tough” negotiator, something everyone says you should be. I prefer people to be honest with me so I can be honest with them! The biggest thing I’ve learned: Have a good, healthy, hearty meal before attempting this kind of shopping. 😉
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It sure is amazing that it really is the same everywhere, except a few countries like where I live in Sweden. We usually get a cultural schock each time we leave the country, we are just not used to it. 🙂
Ah, we visited Sweden recently, loved it! Yes, a much more civilized shopping experience there 😉
It is for sure a bit more relaxed, but I wouldn’t call it civilized. 😛
When one side is calm the other is not, we don’t have crazy people selling things, we got crazy people buying things. Which could also be the reason to why shopkeepers in other countries always try to sell things each time they see someone looking like being from here.
Yes, over consumerism. Good point.