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A bell tolls
In the distance.
Rubber teases
Asphalt over and over again.
A street-hawker drags her
Feet burdened by her load.
A dog runs past,
Stops,
Takes a peek in a man-hole
Hurries along.
A hammer groans nearby
Nail filings stuck in its teeth.
Tooting horns
More tooting horns.
A motorcycle screams
Past a bewildered goat.
A man walks by
Hunched over by the sack on his back.
A bird sits on a telephone pole
As though listening in on another’s conversation.
Wind stirs up dust
Crying out boredom
Joints aching from inactivity.
Two boys go by
Pushing a truck laden with scrap metal
Sniffing the air like metal detectors.
A lady walks past
Carrying a metallic pan filled with cosmetics
Calling attention with the chimes of a bell.
Brodo ‘wura’!! (bread seller)
Someone calls out,
Apparently seeking company
For her cup of tea.
Wind comes dancing with
A plastic bag,
Poking fun at boredom and
Inactivity .
A fly zips past,
Inches from my ear
Only to meet an accident a few centimetres ahead.
It’s everyday
It happens everyday
Never the exact same
But it does happen everyday.
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