Poor good old Ebrahim

A couple of weeks ago, I read about the closure of Ebrahim Supermarket and I must admit I felt a twinge of sadness. This was one of the two supermarkets – the other being Uchumi – that I have known all my life and I have vivid memories of accompanying my mother there often.

Supermarkets back then were nothing like what we have today. For one, there was nothing intimidating about their size. I’ve said before that the bigger the shop is, the more time I am likely to spend inside it just trying to locate the few items I need, and therefore the more I am inclined to avoid it, not to mention that I end up spending more time parking and going through security checks than inside the supermarket.