TAMALE MARKET WAHALA

It is dry

It is dry here

So the creator made it fair

By planting shea

The market reeks of dawadawa

While children sit under heated sun

Their sad faces attracting trade for their parents

There is that taxi meandering here

There is that taxi going there

The motor cycles and bicycles battle pedestrains

Tomatoes, onions, garden eggs and others

Sit on the heads of hopeful hawkers

Angry truck pushers push their ways through

Buyers and sellers alike

Time

Actually

Mends

Atrociousness,

Leaning in to clean

Errors

Tamale will get there

There where all sweats will know their houses

And fight no alien sweat for space

Tags Ghana, POETRY., TAMALE

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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