NOT JUST FINE

 It was not just fine.

Along the flyover at Circle, 

The dawn of bustling and hustling broke by the sirens of unstopping vehicles 

As though, the sun will not set, she has arranged the sachet water in her tray and balanced it on her head

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Moving round and shouting on dry throat, ‘Pure Water’

The mindless moving vehicle effortlessly glided over her

Causing her to lose a whooping one Ghana cedis worth of profit for the day.

This morning, her Madam counted the worth of five Ghana cedis water to sell.


She took to the streets without water nor any morsel of food hitting her throat for the past week.

She hoped to use the one Ghana cedis profit to get herself some food until this hope was dashed by reckless driving.

As she gathered the pieces of her life that was left after the accident,

She continued her usual shout of ‘Pure Water’.


Nobody turned to her service,

In her wandering, she thought to herself, why wouldn’t nobody care that I was hurt?

Why wouldn’t nobody mind to help send me to hospital?

Thinking and minding nothing but her life, she found that life in the city is a solitary affair.

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