Mile 12
Sokomba Esther Aderiyike@esthersokomba371406
1 day ago
Like every market we all go
At the end we all refrain
The bulk of our dealings are perishables
If you are not here to sell
You are there to buy
Different tongues using a vain currency
Everyone bears their burden
Big or small
Fresh as they may be; they soon expir
Like the whole journey
The early comers
The late comers
All return home
Able-bodied men
Weak beggars
The old, the young, rich and poor
Women with unlike similarities
Under the rain and after the sun
On stormy night andAccross the sea
From home back
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