Oye Urum: Market, Typically African

They assembled and gathered Like they have done forever One joining the other and another Simple, friendly and smiling faces Trotting calmly to catch the pace Knowing destination will be exceeded As the abundant will continue to drive Weakened limbs energized by the sand Caring not of city man’s worries Slowly the crowd is formed and bubbles From many ramifications of Urum An all-day event needs less hurry Loudly heard in attitude and style Planned through four days before Yet another four days will witness same Gatherings to sell, to buy and to chatter Interacting to share, to encourage, bearing Sharing pains, troubles and sweet songs As an African child is bathed in powder On each the other depends Like persons of old subsisted Under tattered roofs open to rain and sun Not minding government neglect and abuse Early comers nap, linger and do the small talk While babies dance around half empty market Your city life they bother not about For no cause exists for a change of style For all must be accomplished If nature does not dictate otherwise Save for the weak and the sick Albeit, fully represented in the event Benefiting from love and care shared Affection administered across rough roads However insignificant it may seem Eternal partnerships, free like life