I watched her through the cracked
windscreen
The windscreen of a rickety old
trotro
She looked quite malnourished
But she wore a bright smile
Her eyes fixated on the traffic
lights
As she stood on the pedestrian
walkway
Patiently waiting for the Red
And unto the asphalt, she came
Carrying her iced water in a bowl
I doubt if she would be over 12 years
old
Yet there she walked in the traffic
Aspiring for world’s best hawker
The academic calendar is active
So what’s she doing here?
Could she be too intelligent?
To have completed basic school
beforehand?
Could she be too blockheaded?
She gave up on schooling?
But, is school only for the
academically upright?
The random thoughts kept multiplying
And then I woke from my slumber
As I heard her yell “Pure water, ice”
Everyone turned in her direction
She is a chorister on the streets
Marketing with a 3-worded hymn
Like every performer, the crowd owed
her
I reached for the blue cedi note in
my pocket
But I saw her run fast back unto the
walkway
The traffic lights had turned Green!!
Trotro ………. Ghanaian public transport
Hmmmmmn
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