CHORISTER ON THE STREETS!!

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