Monday blues, sky and clouds
Traffic jam and fine clothes ironed
Monday hectic bustle, hustle in Accra
Phones that ring, like music symphony
Cacophony of yelling sounds
Money clocks ticking fast
Reviews and implementation
Subject starts with a cup of tea (Hausa koko if you like)
Awaken the tussle for the public transport trotro
Air condition cars, segregated along the stretch
If looks can kill, all in their private cars
They will long be dead, uppity sectors of characters
I was once like that with my private car
Now I push and shove for the joy of trotro
Like a born again, more fanatic in the looks
I give to the private car drivers/ owners
Hawkers hug the kill zones in between fast lanes
Lord send angels to protect their vulnerability
Monday is here again, blues
Sky and clouds and traffic jam
smiles...sounds like a monday...smiles...like your grace wished upon the hawkers as well...and hey should our paths ever cross i would love to grab a cuppa and talk poetry...
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